I knew I'd love you, I met you in my dreams when I was young
I was told I was a fool to believe that but to your arms I've run
Every step in life, reminds me of all of the emptiness I've found
No one wanted me, no one needed me, or to see inside my soul
I'm a wasteland, nothing grows in my dry soil, I'm a fallow field
But life is not a metaphor, I've more in me than anyone knows
I am living proof that love nurtures the soul, faith is the yield
You were a gift to me, your love heals me and make me glow
“Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in
place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad
season of life without growth… It has no day.” F. Scott Fitzgerald
