The broken snow should leave the traces of yesterday's walks The paths warning and bring friends to our door Somewhere in the dark winter Sometimes in April I will get at last The flowers promised you long ago To think of it will help us through The night is a pleasure to us, I think sleeping And what warmth secures me you bring Giving at last, freely of yourself Myself was old, was confused, was wanting To sing an old song through the last echo of hurting Brought now home, brought now home Sound Hodori Instagram & Twitter https://www.instagram.com https://www.facebook.com https://www.instagram.com Facebook.com Instagram.com Twitter.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com Instagram.com