Poison & Prose
Snowbird
Words falling short, leaves hit the groundBlowing right through, all you hear is the soundWind in the trees, birds in the airDance in the breeze while it whips through your hairTrickling river cuts through the dirtKnife in my side to hold in the hurtAnd I hope you find some restAnd I know it's for the bestYou're headed south, sun on your backI'm holding my tongue, not holding you backAs you walk away towards bluer skiesThe rain tumbles down with the tears from my eyesAnd I hope you find some restAnd I know it's for the best
From Letras Mania