Winter’s wind wakes me
Nature’s own alarm
Open the blinds to see
Dirt on the wind swept snow
The radio says freezing rain
This coffee is cold again
Again for me
But then I think of spring
When the day dawns clear
(Seeds of hope down in the ground)
They were nurtured with our tears
(In this sleepy old railroad town)
And so we take our place
(In the light that’s all around)
And so we rest our faith
(In the hope that we have found)
Some day on this ground
Besides our bleaching bones
A relic will be found
A shinny high tech phone
Fossilized in stone
The things that we’ve once owned
This life will pass for me
And will pass for us, but for now
I think of Spring