I'm Back to Writing

Listening to: Thats all, Michael Buble
Thinking of:

Feeling at the moment: Pensive...

I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;
And a love whose burning light
Will warm the winter's night
That's all,
That's all.

My heart seeks, it finds... only thing between is a locked door.
I'm sorry I never was there...
When you cried and when you smiled to yourself
Never had my hand to comfort you
All I could offer were my thoughts across the miles...
I'm sorry...