Deeper

For your sake, my past tradition
I'll write you a soft letter
About true things, that of my heart
As feelings run through cedar thin

Six months pasts like 2 days
Love dug up from the remains
Of a building that grew tall with each passing smile
But slowly withered away with the wind

And now two months is history
Like how we left it with His hands
I can't write a love song to save you
So I'll just be your smile-maker

Turning leaves is a dream unheard of
With you, it's watching them grow old
So I'll remain the same in you
And hope hearts makes it way through