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Buried in Winter
The grass grew there on the underside of the snow
The summer had smelled so sweet now all i smell is cold
Your brother lived there on the other side of the road
And you still count the days before he makes his way back home
So hard to look when we hate to let things go
And your dream will remind you only have so much control
No, its been two years, it doesn't seem so long ago
I still see your face in picture frames and people i don't know
I could live without you, but only if i had too
And now i have to
So that's what i will do
The sun came up and melted all the snow
The spring air smelled so sweet just like i used to know
And your brother came back in the middle of the storm
So you don't have to count on frozen fingers anymore
- A Song By Jeff
 cotton candi owl · Sat Nov 13, 2010 @ 03:37pm · 0 Comments |
