First Spring Without You (Part 1)

By Vinnie

The wind is singing of the spring

And is taking me to you

I am standing on your doorsteps

The leaves are rustling

Not the green but the quite ones

Swishing and telling me

That it was you who left

And took the green from the spring

I am here on your doorsteps back again

And the wind songs today, sings of chilly storms

Your door still locked has my heart inside

Its so cold, everything froze ..

So did my heart, is now brittle

Will it now, shatter?

As you were the only warmth, it melted for..

By Vinnie