There's a cross above the baby's bed,

A Saviour in her dreams.

But she was not delivered then,

And the baby became me.

There's a light inside the darkened room,

A footstep on the stair.

A door that I forever close,

To leave those memories there.



So when the shadows link them,

Into an evening sun.

Well first there's summer, then I'll let you in.

September when it comes.



I plan to crawl outside these walls,

Close my eyes and see.

And fall into the heart and arms,

Of those who wait for me.

I cannot move a mountain now;

I can no longer run.

I cannot be who I was then:

In a way, I never was.



I watch the clouds go sailing;

I watch the clock and sun.

Oh, I watch myself, depending on,

September when it comes.



So when the shadows link them,

And burn away the clouds.

They will fly me, like an angel,

To a place where I can rest.

When this begins, I'll let you know,

September when it comes.


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