Nesting birds in fallen trees.
Hopes, dreams and what is to be.
Mending hearts and breaking ice;
Collective souls, we dine tonight.
Morning is the brighter of two,
But stars can illuminate skies anew.
Lullabying souls to rest,
Restless spirits gain at best.
Silver is golden too;
What you are to me, I am to you.
Nesting birds in fallen trees;
True love can really never leave.