Into the room like the morning sun
she shines her light on everyone
And in the glow
I feel younger
Mothers heart and a poets mind
She makes a home
deep inside
Of all the hearts
of those who love her
But my hands
will never know
The warmth of the summer
under the sheet of snow
So I drown in heavy clothes
and wait out the weather
till I am not alone
Into my dreams like a winters breath
I see her in a summer dress
Dancing in a field of roses
But I wake and I reach for a hand to hold
All I feel is the pillow that she once believed
was made for her
Now my hands
Will never know
The warmth of the summer
under the sheet of snow
So I drown in heavy clothes
and wait out the weather till I am not alone
Bury me underneath the ground
and I won't make a sound
I wont
'Cause now my hands
will never know
the warmth of the summer
under the sheet of snow
So I drown in heavy clothes
and wait out the weather till
I'll wait out the weather
till I'm not alone

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