My Self by Ivan Guerrero Najera

My Self

All the ruins of winter will rise
Spring awakens that which was asleep

Life that hides under layers of ice
Like the rings within bark buried deep

And the branches will sprout
With the birds bringing song

Take my hand, hang about
This is where you belong

Sunshine's only a minute away
And the rays, they await us right there

And our love, yesterday and today
It's the blooming floating in the air

Take my hand and hold tight to my heart
Be my Spring, bringing bountiful wealth

Become closer to me, be a part
I will keep you so close to my self


by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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