It's all said and done.

The end has come.

When all that was divided has been returned.

You mourn heartbreaks sting.

Time to spread your wings and fly.

How do you fly on broken wing.

When the trees wake from winters slumber.

The fields begin to shake winters grey.

Look for me when the birds start to sing.

I'll be home in spring.

You walk like a ghost along the River.

Where the water runs still.

Reflecting the moonlights shimmer.

Bending you to its will.

Beautifully perfect in its pain.

Yet you've never felt more alive.

Your a teardrop in the rain.

When the fields wake from winters slumber.

The trees begin to shake winters grey.

Look for me in the moonlights shimmer.

Look for me when the birds start to sing.

I'll be home in spring.

You mourn heartbreaks sting.

The exquisite pain of broken love.

Beautifully perfect in its pain.

Time to spread your wings and fly.

How do you fly on broken wing.

When the trees wake from winters slumber.

The fields begin to shake winters grey.

Look for me when the birds start to sing.

I'll be home in spring.

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