oh to be a child again,
when times were fresh,
and smelled of the flower's bloom.
The change of this,
was surely disturbing,
as the flowers turned to ash,
and the smell overwhelmed by tar.
why now must everything change,
why now must we part,
after all these years,
why must we forget.
Forget our tears,
Forget our joy,
Forget our love.
Why must you be so rude,
aggressive,
Loud,
yet broken, Father.
Why must you be so quiet,
Absent,
forgiving,
yet angry, mother.
Why must we all change,
as the cherry blossoms fall,
as a new season is born.
a season of darkness,
terror,
and hell.
