Painted windows
Holding springtime
Worn out screens
Gently shimmering
Sending light that transforms
The things that worried me
I don't fear anymore
Rain just forces
Itself in
Pale and stubborn
So determined
But in this tunnel
There's a light streaming down
And it's so easy to find
A way out
You could start over
Sing to the trees new flowers
Yellow, green and special
