Promise
Meet me there, bundles of flowers,
We wait through the hours of cold
Winter shall howl at the walls,
Tearing down doors of time.
Shelter as we go…
And promise me this:
You’ll wait for me only,
Scared of the lonely arms.
Who am I, darling to you?
Who am I?
Gonna tell you stories of mine
Who am I?
~ Ben Howard
