Seer Believer - The White Birch

I don’t know who you are

You caught my eye from afar

You’re the clear winter sky

I’m a cloud

I’m the snow set to fly

You’re the ground

This might not be so very true

But this is me and that is you

Tell me that you have heard this too:

You’re too good to be true

You’re the clear inner eye

I’m a shroud

I’m the tears that won’t dry

When you’re proud

This could be a white lie

But there you are and here am I

You’re the clear winter sky

You’re the ground

Cross my heart, hope to die

There you are and so am I

You’re the wind giving speed

To my kite

I’m the toy that will stray

From your sight

You’re the truth, searching seer

I’m the lie

You’re the surgeon

So open my eyes