• Take my hand Kura
    Wind blows freely threw hair
    I take the first fall

    Into love I dive
    Precious hopes collide within
    Feeling a live love

    One day we part ways
    Your travels take you elsewhere
    The phone on dial tone

    A rose blooms with grace
    How I long to see your face
    I wait faithfully

    Tear drops fall from a
    Red dress that hangs in sorrow
    Black creeping center

    Threw many blooms I
    Feel a great presence, Kura
    Watching me soundly

    Into your arms quick
    tears of joy pour down my face
    At the thought "return"