The way the cold air surrounds my naked skin,
The way the warmth of this fire burns within,
The light that brings me to darker places,
I always wonder if I've made it.
The blue skies that dance with gray,
The summer rain that fades away...
I always wonder if you'd stay.
Some days I make my dying fate.
The way the grass peeks through the snow,
The way spring ends and summer flows.
The sand gets swept up by the waves,
But salty waters seem to place
It back on shore where she belongs,
This is my contrast, summer song.
The way the undertow pulls you in,
But spits you back to Earth again.
The stars they shine, mid summer's day.
I find myself just wondering,
If you would stay.
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