The clock does ring, and the birds do sing a somber lullaby.
The rain does drop and it does not stop its' somber lullaby.
And the way I breathe and the way I speak is a somber lullaby.
The way you stare through that window there is a somber lullaby.
The piano keys stare at me for a somber lullaby
And the way the cheers come through my ears is a somber lullaby.
The nights alone on my bed at home are a somber lullaby
The way I cry and ask 'Why oh why?' is a somber lullaby.
And each day I pass is just like the last, what a somber lullaby.
But the music I hear isn't up to my ears, it's all in the state of mind.
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Falling Petals
PoetryEach moment of life is a small petal. seemingly unimportant, yet each one makes a whole. Every theory we come to internally realize is a petal itself and as they fall, we fall apart. We fall and fall until eventually there is nothing left except the...
