She stood in her doorway, asked my name
again - something she would never
remember. A breeze
loosed some cherry blossoms, petals
flipping through her open arms
as she whispered, look what God has done,
look what God
has done.
She stood in her doorway, asked my name
again - something she would never
remember. A breeze
loosed some cherry blossoms, petals
flipping through her open arms
as she whispered, look what God has done,
look what God
has done.