Withering Trees
The mouth keeps it.
The heart speaks it.
The mouth keeps it.
The heart speaks it.
Is it my destiny?
To meet with you?
To meet you?
To feel you?
Will it ever be?
I don’t have the answer
I’ll hold onto the belief
That one day
I might have
A date with fate
Hold onto my Faith
Given by Grace
That I might get to hold you
One day
Whichever way
You might choose to appear
I’ll hold firm to to my Faith
Given by Grace
That I might
One day be granted
A date with fate