Moving Forward.

When Push Comes to Love

Go, go where you may,
and do, do what you will.
I'll see you again on a sunnier day and
I know I'll love you still.
I can't seem to understand,
but you've got my heart in your hands.

The dawn's early light
has now faded to grey.
The ashes from the fire we had last night
have all blown away.
And I can't seem to understand,
but you've got my heart in your hands.

You're a rainstorm, a fire and a trainwreck,
all wrapped up in ribbons and lace.
You're a fistful of roadside flowers,
arranged just so in a dimestore vase.
And I can't seem to understand,
but you've got my heart in your hands,
Well you've got my heart in your hands.

-William Elliott Whitmore