Hendulas
You wished the winds be fair
The ways gold and green
The sun should shine upon that path
No shadows to be seen
Water sweet, bright green leaves
A journey worth a song
But none of this i've seen till now
All beauty seems have gone
The road south is trodden brown
Travel hampered by the rain
Fair winds turned into gale
Hardly whispering your name
Sunrayes hidden by dark clouds
Dark figures all around
The water has a bitter taste
No song, but marching without sound
One thing remains within this heart
Its hope with every beat
That you are there, IF i return
With open arms and lips sweet
