Copyright © 2010 Ernest Bloom.
Your life's a white candle burning until it ends
Your age is a white sun rising until it descends
Stars shine on your roads, frost glitters the grass
But who crosses his heart just watching you pass
Buffeted by a world taking far more than it gives
You were handed a gift, unaware how precious it is
The lake's frozen over, the branches are bare
Looking in the mirror and brushing your hair
While magic must be unfolding far away somewhere
When your heart beats again and spring's in the air
Look for me anyplace, I'll be awaiting you there
You were handed a gift, you forgot how to dare
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