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Reach

I will love you when the snows melt,
I will love you when the rains won’t run,
I will love you when the sun warms up
And melts the emptiness between our two lives.

I will love you like a child to its mom,
I will love you like a father to his girl,
I will love you like a husband to his wife
If you’d only clear away these clouds that lie
Between our two lives.

Out of a crack in the ground, the butterflies fly out,
Around a tower up on a hill, they all dry out.
Why won’t you come, why won’t you touch
Why won’t you caress this heart that needs so much?
Waiting in here like a fool who doesn’t know,
That someone will never show.

So why should I try, and why should I cry,
When you soar around, and above my head fly?
So come to the ground and with your feathered soul,
Pick up this moss that’s grown so old.
And I’ll be waiting for you.
You who will never show.