A Flower to Hold
Feb 25, 2023
When I can’t find the way to go,
I look in your eyes and know that I’m home.
When you can’t choose which way to go,
I’ll be your guide and show you the road.
Sometimes we find footprints in the snow.
This winter will pass — that much I know.
We have our path, on it we grow.
A flower to spring, a flower to hold.
