Away

Too young to fall;
For a light I think I see;
Can't say for sure;
The plants have died,
my hair has grown;
From the thought of you,
coming home.

Because it isn't easier;
Waking up at dawn,
to find I lost my crown.

I've hold you in my arms;
Till we come back down;
A smile that explodes,
I could never understand.
(J-Arthur)