All That Has Grown

After the storm And the lightning fires And the last bird Has flown from the wire After the rain The wind dries us cold After the storm Just you and me growing old What we remember Is what we choose And it no longer matters If to win or to lose After the storm After the storm And the skies are blue After everything We put each other through The dust and the mud Have become stone After the storm Just you and me on our own Our choices and our words Like that bird had flown After the storm Look at all that has grown After the storm