Our Love Will Survive
Our love is like a sapling a top a snow-covered hill
No one knows how it survived this long,
And no one believes it has much of a chance.
But love, like the weather, works in mysterious ways.
One day the snow that causes all disbelief and scepticism about our love
Will melt away and all will see
The strong oak that our love has grown to become
And then no one will doubt it
But until that time has come to pass
We must live with the harsh words of the wind
And the doubt that attacks us like birds
And reach outwards and upwards to the heavens