Maybe the changes around us
Will break all the falls
Maybe the people we want to see us
Will break down our walls
If winter is ending
And springs on the way
Maybe the roses
Will mean what they say
I’ve a memory of living
Not working so hard
I’ve a lifetime of working
And playing’s been starved
But the moments we wake up
And feel like we’ve won
Are the days when we made it
With nothing but fun
Ready for winning and losing the pain
Ready for opening hearts on the wind
Hoping for solitude solace and grace
Wishing for happiness on every face
Maybe the changes around us
Will break all the falls
Maybe the people we want to see us
Will break down our walls
If winter is ending
And springs on the way
Maybe the roses
Will mean what they say
© GÄ
Poétique 