Wake up..
Would you look through your window?
There where has roses grown.
I was standing there.
The night was...
Too dark, too cold, too quiet.
I couldn't feel my feet
Tears have frozen in my cheek
I've looked up, hoping I might see your light.
Too dark, too cold, too quiet.
Something deep inside me has kept me there,
Something real, true and meaningful.
I was standing...