Because now, all I have is
A cloudless sky.
A soundless tune.
A flightless bird.
Why'd you have to sing my swan song?
But perhaps he's right.
"You push away everyone who could possibly care for you."
Maybe this was my fault.
Maybe I dug my own grave.
Maybe I sang my own swan song.
But it's almost over.
Now it's time to begin again.
Soon the music will play.
Soon the birds will fly.
Soon the sun will shine.
Because very soon, Summer will be here again.
No comments:
Post a Comment