Everywhere you turn you are, surrounded by the sound,
Of winter's song,
Everything is frozen and, only the swans have chosen,
To be strong
The skies are all a big commotion, somewhere the birds are all in motion
(Yearning to be back)
And home where they belong
An the love you once thought, long faded out of view,
Was there all along, and right in front of you,
An look at you now you're flying..too
You're flying too
Soon the dormant patient roots will show themselves as childish shoots,
(Watered by the tears)
Of a first-time mother's joy