Tuana Mey

Come with Me

Tuana Mey


The sound of leaves in the wind
evokes the dream deep within
snowflakes are meant to be
immortalized in memories.

Who can take away the weather 
keep the acid rain from falling
on me, on me!

I just can't stop the fighting 
but knowing it will leave a scar on me,
I say.

Put some ice on it and let it go
let me save you from the track you 
go along come with me.

Put some ice on it and let it go
there is light were you'd expect 
shadows to be.

Come with me, come with me.