last valentine's.
They say I'm delicate, but I feel strong.
To see what I've seen and feel what I've felt.
Once here and now it's gone, like the sun in the sky in a dead winter's mourn.
Dream it again, like I've dreamed it before.
You say I'm no dreamer, but I think you're wrong.
It takes me away to a glimpse of a soar.
Above the trees and mounds of green grass
We used to watch the sunset
over our home - SF.