Blooming Slowly

You have come to reach me,

like a golden arrow searching light.

Blooming slowly,

like a fighter who no longer fights.

I see it when you touch my knee,

you long for space, but you´re still here.

I feel it when you fight the nights,

when all that´s left comes far too near.

You have come to reach me …

You hold my hand, but you´re not here.

The past is covering the view.

The pain, the hope, let´s walk this life.

The name we hold is made from two.

You have come to reach me …

The days to come, our fragile hearts.

The broken years are almost through.

The answers to it all arise.

The answers to it all - are you.

You have come to reach me,

like a golden arrow searching light.

Blooming slowly,

like a fighter who no longer fights.

Blooming slowly.

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