Come By Storm - Laura Gibson When my eyes survey the tree line I'll recall a voice And how I took great care with words All that was A picture was A poem was a poem Words were trees of brown of gold You were a place I had come to know When the dark falls early Would you come in the night Would you come with the morning Come by fire or come by storm When all days turn to gold Turn to gold Pull to the sky To the sky I'll recall the time I was more alive I lose myself to words Did I die in your arms Or did I die alone When the dark fell on me Did you come in the night That's you come with the morning Come by fire or come by storm编辑于2021/04/24更新