There are nights when the sun lingers,
touching the mountains.
When the moon begs to shine,
And the smell of pine drifts in the wind.
Those colors of rose and indigo,
whispering patience.
In her eyes there is longing,
Of this house,
Of the memories locked behind those walls.
They didn't know.
But here there is joy,
There is love.
Remember, remember.
Remember those memories,
But now, remember that here is where you are.
This night there is peace.
