I bloom a bridge If hope is the warmth around a sundered winter If hope is the sound of her voice The autumn red on her lips If hope is the dancing butterflies when she holds my hand If hope is to forget about the future To forget about the past If hope enwrites the words on your voice: I love you Then all I can do is cry
Maybe the tears will flow a river long enough to traverse the distance And I can finally reach you I can finally reach your voice And my hand can finally be held My hope is in your eyes And here, I, with only the hope I have to hold I bloom a bridge
