she stands in the snow,
at a fork in the road, not knowing which way to go.
one way marked "heaven on earth" one marked "right for you".
signs were true,
one led to him
and one led to them.
she was stuck, trancelike, thinking of his touch and the memories they'd made.
in her photographic memory where the mental pictures didn't fade.
she didn't want a broken heart.
didn't want to be torn apart
inside.
didn't want a piece of her salvation to feel as if it's died.
hands shaking, tears freezing before they hit the ground.
she looks around.
snowy white, sun setting.
this whole landscape was.. upsetting.
she hits her knees,
and ask for someone to hear her pleas.
she confesses that she could not choose,
for he above to wear her shoes
and carry her in the direction she needed most to be.
she didn't want to be unsure because this decision would lead to the rest of her life.
should she become his wife
or turn the other cheek
pretend not to hurt, and not speak?
"point me in the right direction" and then the wind blows,
and when she opens her eyes she knows
that her "heaven on earth" is not complete unless she's there,
in those strong arms that don't hesitate to say they care.
"heaven on earth".. beautiful, blissful... "il cielo sulla terra".