The rose and anchor, soft and sweet, <br />Their paths forever meant to meet, <br />But now their words don't make a sound, <br />I understood, <br />When saints were found. <br /> <br />That cherry tree no longer grows, <br />And the wind but scarcely blows, <br />And my feet never touched that ground, <br />I knew where i belonged, <br />When saints were found. <br /> <br />The sun shone in much more, <br />When you stood behind the door, <br />And bright days would come around, <br />I felt no hardship, <br />When saints were found. <br /> <br />But the seasons still transpire, <br />And i keep my hearts desire, <br />For to you i'm always bound, <br />And the day will come again, <br />When saints are found.<br /><br />Ashley Shannon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-saints-were-found/
