STRAWberry--ICE

When the seasons change their flow to a spin, When the links start to wear, slowly within, Please, don't ever let those ties begin to tear, Or lose them to the wind. Weighed down by the words I could not let myself forget, They would fill me with deep regret, when I began to drift peacefully through a soothing fantasy, Then awoke to discover you had disappeared. Tying up the appearance I wanted to embrace, Softly scattering colors of orange without a trace, Carving pain through my heart which was now an empty space, it's Fluttering, Fluttering, Fluttering, To the sky, to the sea or to someplace far away, I'd try, to deliver a las