
Up above or down below.
The question is the same.
Like the honey bird outside my window.
Here I am.
Love me or not.
Up above or down below.
The question is the same.
Like the honey bird outside my window.
Here I am.
Love me or not.
Hang on–
cruel as April
is well known to be,
the emerging colors
speak of a dawn
yet to be fulfilled.
Come new dawn.
Come new day.
Come new friends.
Come. Come.