Wild Flowers

The grey of winter falls on us -
How will our garden grow ?
Will all the seeds we've sown
Survive beneath the snow ?
We've been here before
Wrapped in our regret
All those winter words
I want us to forget them...

Seasons may change
And they hold wild flowers
Raising their face to the sun
All that are born from our soft rainshowers
Are wild flowers

Morning breaks
And no-one wakes;
No bird is here to sing
So, from the south I wish them back
To brace the spring
They've flown south before
It's just the way they live
For when I try to fly away
Can you forgive me ?

Seasons may change and they hold wild flowers...