The Torn
If you don't come home tonight
Nothing will be alright
Winter Whispering sounds of the torn
Born and raised powerful and strong
Pretty butterfly cage so long
Did they tear your wings why didn't you call
A piece of me died watching you fall
Your beauty and Grace
Always have a smile on your face
You picked us up from winds uneasy
Never even notice that you were freezing
A daisy so kind an old friend of mine
So daring and cunning
No one even saw it coming
The day they plucked you from the garden you grew from
It hit t you young
If only he weren't that drunk
You would still be here spreading love
There's frost on the windowsill
Snows blowing with the power of will
If you don't come home tonight
Nothing will be alright
Winter Whispering sounds of the torn
The embodiment of expression
A soul that was leave you Breathless
Freedom of a bird diving from recklessness
Lost to the waves covered past with time
Why didn't you read that sign
The road is slipping from under your tires
On the way to meet your suppliers
You took my fire my
Everlasting desire
There's frost on the windowsill
Snows blowing with the power of will
If you don't come home tonight
Nothing will be alright
Winter whispering sounds of the torn
Nothing will be alright
Winter Whispering sounds of the torn
Born and raised powerful and strong
Pretty butterfly cage so long
Did they tear your wings why didn't you call
A piece of me died watching you fall
Your beauty and Grace
Always have a smile on your face
You picked us up from winds uneasy
Never even notice that you were freezing
A daisy so kind an old friend of mine
So daring and cunning
No one even saw it coming
The day they plucked you from the garden you grew from
It hit t you young
If only he weren't that drunk
You would still be here spreading love
There's frost on the windowsill
Snows blowing with the power of will
If you don't come home tonight
Nothing will be alright
Winter Whispering sounds of the torn
The embodiment of expression
A soul that was leave you Breathless
Freedom of a bird diving from recklessness
Lost to the waves covered past with time
Why didn't you read that sign
The road is slipping from under your tires
On the way to meet your suppliers
You took my fire my
Everlasting desire
There's frost on the windowsill
Snows blowing with the power of will
If you don't come home tonight
Nothing will be alright
Winter whispering sounds of the torn
Credits
Writer(s): Katelyn Moenning
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