So much time as past,
So many tears have been spilled
into a glass now half full.
Clary? Are you still there?
The leaves have fallen.
The snow starts to stick.
Rays of sunshine break through the clouds
as the wind still blows through your light brown hair.
Smiles have made there way onto your face.
Your eyes have wrinkled in the corner.
They glow like the stars yet can be so empty.
Clary, I know you're no longer here
but something has to be done.
So I might as well move on.
The stars will still shine.
The moon will still glow.
This is the first and final
chapter of our show.
