Cold is the night without you here; just your absence ringing in my ears.
Steady is the hand that’s come to terms with the lessons it has had to learn. I’ve seen the things that I must do but, Lord, this road is meant for two. So, I am waiting here for you.
She may not be the best at words. She may be ashamed of her tears. She may fumble over her feelings and try running for the hills when you start to come closer, but these are not the times to walk away. What you must realize, at the heart of all she does, she is just asking you to really see her.
And if you are brave enough to look closely, you may see that in her heart she has already given more than you could have ever hoped for. In her trying, she has loved you; oh, how she has loved you.
The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.
If we grew our own food, we wouldn’t waste a third of it as we do today. If we made our own tables and chairs, we wouldn’t throw them out the moment we changed the interior decor. If we had to clean our own drinking water, we probably wouldn’t contaminate it.