The numbing cold of summer
forms distant crystal ties
Over a sea of many miles
the search of longing eyes

A tear departs
from bleeding hearts
to cross the burning tide
Melting the frost
mending time lost
to touch the ones who cried

I picked a flower
to give of me to you
but its roots remained
to sip the morning dew

The truth is inevitable
it matters not when
We'll walk hand in hand
together again