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