The air seems so tranquil and yet upsetting
you listen quietly for a very slight lullaby
only to listen carefully and here a murmuring
listening you just sit, listen, and finally cry
how can something so beautiful be nevermore
a tree in the light is still a tree at night
dont let your imagination drape you in horror
you can look once or twice but you dont lose sight
something so passionate and lovely turns cruel
the things you hear are full of hateful treachery
you remember memories and feel like a fool
moments that were golden now fall into memory
you sit in a corner hiding and biding some time
who wants to face something so twisted and black
when they can imagine good in there little mind
not able to think and wishing a switch to your back
knowing its over every tender moment that was kind
2007-09-23
13:01:55
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