• A cold wind blows in my hair
    Clouds roll in, through the sky.
    As I walk, ahead I do stare.

    I think of who is near to me.
    I haven't known him very long,
    But to my heart, he holds a key.

    A great fire burns on the inside.
    I thought I felt it before.
    It was a feeling I could hide.

    I shake when I see him so near.
    I'm not sure if it is him,
    Or myself that I fear.

    It's been shaky from the start,
    But I hope, before it's done,
    He can finally open my heart.