Call

In the depths of winter

When the snow doth fall

The sun seems lost

And ever so small

One thing alone

Can bring me round

Lift my spirits 

Up off of the ground

When the blossom blooms

And the flowers grow

When Spring brings life

To all we know

One thing keeps me rooted
In the right place
In the madness around me
It's my breathing space

It's the voices of
The ones I trust
Those that are closest
The ones that are just
Always there for me
And I'm in return
Theirs, ready and willing
Waiting at every turn
It's the voices of
That ones that I call
When things aren't quite right
And I've hit the wall
And they're always there for me
So why do I find
Making that first move
Such an uncomfortable bind

When the leaves start to turn
From green to dark brown
And all of nature
Begins to slow down
One thing I find missing
That I need now it's fall
Is a friendly sound
On the end of a call

The voices of
The ones I trust
Those that were closest
But have turned to rust
They were always there for me
As was I in return
Theirs, ready and willing
Waiting at every turn
The voices of
That ones I don't call
Because things aren't quite right
So I just stare at the wall
They were always there for me
So why did I find
Keeping that friendship
Such an uncomfortable bind

Though the phone doesn't ring
And the texts no longer chime
Doesn't mean I don't think of you
All of the time