It's the first day 
Since I handed you your final rose 
In your house 
I'm staring out the window at our tree (We planted below) 

The heights of which
You'll never 
Ever know 

You always
Were there to rescue me
From December 

I wonder if you'll look the same 
When you embrace me on that day 
Will you remember my name 
When I return home again? 

In my mind's eye
I see you next to me as I'm on my knees
It's in this place
That you showed me how to ask eternity 

For shelter 
 [bad word] For relief 

I see our branches stretching
To heights you'd not believe 
One day these leaves will reach you 
And there will be no more 

Pain 

You always gave me refuge
Unconditional
You always offered shelter 
From December's snow
My chin still rests upon you
While my feet they sway
I wonder if you'll look the same 
When you embrace me
On that day