As the flowers slip open as the blinding sun creeps upon them,

I peek out my window from the shadows i rise,

I don't even mean to but I can't help this feeling,

It's the one that helps to get up and face your life,

becease of it you can keep living, you can look deep inside,

past the wounds and the scars,

The feeling of love, the one you can never run from,

The one you wish was true so true......