Towards The Sun - Alexi Murdoch

See, the clouds are creeping towards the sun

And I’m slipping away unseen by anyone

The light is turning gray;

the day is done

Water is so cold and heavy on my mind

I dreamed of walking with you but I fell behind

Looking for a road I could not find

And now the ice is stirring and spring is near

There is no one calling but the sound is clear

And though I’m not yet gone, I’m still not here