Clouds cover the skies,

Rain pulls at your eyes.

But nothing hurts as much,

As little words turned lies.

Storms turned the darkened horizon,

into journeys long since gone.

thus the hope became your armour,

against every snake and its charmer.

Rainbows do not lead to gold,

but something more than cold.

think of the colours as a path,

and the goal your chosen hearth.

Sunshine in your chest,

burning under your family crest.

keeping your love warm,

so it weathers every storm.

...

i love you Baby