bees

I’ve learned that real love doesn’t grow on trees
so I won’t release your hand
though it’s a constant fight to stand
amidst the tumbling waters
that pound the shifting sand
(no)
I’m not (i’m not) letting go
You’re tired (tired) but I still know
that some things (some things)
are worth the fight
though darkness (darkness) evades the light
and I’m not (I’m not)
losing you
after all we’ve struggled through
though the flowers (flowers)
are filled with bees
their fragrance (fragrance)
is ever sweet.