A Grey Spring
This spring is like no other,
It sweeps in fog and doubts,
It carries the bittersweet taste,
Of songs and days gone by,
It makes me wonder far,
And try to count the stars,
It starts to me question,
When will I be free?
It starts to make me wonder,
What's in this all for me?
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It's All Changing
The bolts are turning rusty,
And the days are growing old,
What we once thought was happiness,
Now has turned to gold.
And all those ancient stories,
Have now all been untold.
What we once thought was freedom,
Turned out to be just a lie,
We once thought we had answers,
But now it's just what and why.
