I have climbed on a ridge that I find windy. Hands in hand feet by feet. We stood helplessly. I fell down just to see. If you were breathing. Underneath me. We held we laughed. And I said. If I go before you go. Always know that I will be here in your dreams, so it heals and seems. As far as the west seems I will bring the flowers and tie the strings. And I have fallen for your breath. Your breath leaves a sting inside my heart. Pooring leaves. And I know we took a walk in Bethany village. Where the suns out and feels so free. Hand in hand feet by feet. Come down now for me and breathe as It seems. Hands in hands feet by feet a walk in Bethany.