A Word

A word, a tune

The light, the moon

An overhead thunderstorm in bed

An overgrown garden in my dreams

Keeps bursting at the seams with roses

And I believe

There's nothing more to see

In all of history

The mystery remains

A secret I had

I wanna share with you

A dusk, a dawn

Till everything is gone

And I believe in mornings after rain

In broken things and stains

And rivers heading home again

And oceans

And I believe the last will be the first

The love you leave on earth goes 'round forever

And I don't know how

As dreams keep burning down

To turn it all around

But I will never stop loving you