There was a time
When we were wine and roses,
But, so many times, with time
All decomposes,
We take things apart,
We take ourselves apart
We look for trouble
And we get it,
Never satisfied, Never smart
And so go so many loves,
That perhaps were doomed,
From the very start.
Time and kicks and hurtsMake you learn and discernThat all your toldMay not be true,And that life is notAn open, upward Rocket.
Numbers,Biting awayGnawing awayAt all that isAlive and fineBut, I can’tKill TimeNo matter how hardI try,It escapes!And swiftly runs away!
And in your heart it has it’s place,That Nothing else, can now replace.
In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.
Have fatalRepercussionsFor them?Lets hope and pray,They do!For if notThis CountryWill certainlyBe going to pot.
The sky took pity,As the starlight went by,The Night was sadness,More than the Day,No one to love,No one to say,‘You’re green lovely tresses,Enchant me today’Orphaned and lonely,The Willow tree criedHaving only the pondAt it’s lonely side,No one to love it,To call its own,Loneliness kills,As you turn to stone.The Weeping Tree’s roots,Became weakened and broken,Never a…
