Being There
It’s the leaves on the treesIt’s a south wind That’s stirring me It’s just the season A sensation of being there
It’s the leaves on the treesIt’s a south wind That’s stirring me It’s just the season A sensation of being there
Words, they come with time, I pray between
Too much I remember from the places I’ve seen
Silence fills the space, light is driven from this place
A picture painted by the shadows in her face