I sit beneath the stars. my breath turns cold.
I search for belonging, but only find this longing
Deep in my chest, I'm not sure what for
This feeling is always there, even in my darkest days
It never goes away. it never goes away.
I implore my heart to find the source
But no matter what, it never tells
I wonder and wonder, for half the days
For something, anything, to give up this mystery
Of what lies underneath.
It never goes away. It never goes away.
The winter air is cold against my skin
Somehow i'm still searching for warmth
I thought this, this I could escape
Yet i'm always so cold; so cold, so cold
But as the days turn greener, my spark grows sheener
I thought this i'd never fuse, but somehow, someway
It came in a natural way
I'm grateful to my God for making me this way
Finally, or for now, anyway
It went away, it went away
The cool winter air speaks secrets to the stars
About my longing, for what i'm not sure
A secret that i'm not aware
The winter air spills my tears, to the clouds up above
And when morning comes, it will pour
down come my fears
and now I know, I know
I now feel refreshed, from that sorrow from before
in that night, I was guided
from those whispers of winter air, to the stars
and through the clouds they came
i'm so glad that now
now I can rest, upon the greener grass
in which I will grow
I will sprout, I will sprout
like a warm summers day, I will shimmer in growth
my new guise will sure be fresh
like the sweet berries I had picked this morn
I shall be my newborn self
out with the old, in with the new
I shall die again, but this form will foreshadow
for in the future I will come anew
I will sprout, I will sprout
