Lillies and Ghosts

Melt

Have you ever seen pink against grey?

Have you ever been lifted away,

By overwhelming worry?

See, there is freedom,

Freedom with sorrow,

Freedom with hurt.

I'd cried so loudly into the winter wind,

"Momma, I can't feel a thing?

Tell me why I can't feel a thing?"

She told me,

"My dear, just wait for the spring".

Well, the flowers aren't quite there yet,

And the leaves are still sleeping,

But the cherry blossoms are budding,

And the frost is melting.