• As we walk this endless day,
    We shed our petals
    Only to bloom again on the morrow.

    As we share this life
    We cry out in agony;
    Our voices hushed in the wind of tomorrow.

    Nothing else matters to me,
    Nothing else I have loved,
    A life without you is no life for me.

    I'm bruised, and I'm broken,
    But I am yours to love,
    If you will take me.