The air of the warm breeze
gives life to the pedals that dance in the wind
my heart sways at the passing time
thinking of times that are far and few
I've become at a standstill
It feels like years since my heart has really beat
Seasons change, flowers die, flowers grow,
And I, still unchanging.
Melt the chamber that has been holding my heart captive for so long
I want to live and love again..
-Myself