You belong with me.

Teardrops in an ocean
Gathering dust
Smooth like silk
Is the long winding road
Down to the depths of despair

My arms aren't long enough to reach
My strength isn't great enough to lift
To rescue you
From the inexorable movement
Of the cascading avalanche
That buries hopes and dreams
In the storm of confused fury
That is reality

So distant yet so near
The future screams its rage
And will not be ignored
The fangs of uncertainty are sharp
But the poisons of regret seem more sinister

Yet still outside
The birds shake free of the frost
And the flowers of early spring bloom
In the glory of the returning sunshine
The gift of the present
Must not be forgotten

Que sera sera
Que sera sera
Que sera sera

You belong with me.