The snowflakes fall,
And she steps between them,
Finding galaxies in gaps,
Hoping for the magic to touch her.
Because what’s the point,
Of finding the words,
If life doesn’t, hasn’t touched you?
The snowflakes fall,
And she steps between them,
Finding galaxies in gaps,
Hoping for the magic to touch her.
Because what’s the point,
Of finding the words,
If life doesn’t, hasn’t touched you?