Roots

My roots grow into this night,
I took your hand, and we remembered our lives,
and  what we looked for.

Run over the hills,
find love in your heart,
and fly birds there.

Now I cling to what I had,
and I will lie alone,
to people no one knows.

But I will tear the night apart,
looking for you.

Nothing stops the light inside you
from becoming dim.

Remember, spring takes cold with ease.