As leaves fall in accordance to winter
And as the porch swing waltzes with the wind
I stare at the dull stars and wonder
If the sun will ever shine again.
The sound of the
Metal on metal
And the look of the
Dust on dust
I am now realizing to my demise
my simple mind is struggling to form thoughts:
I can remember the jingle of the bell you ring
But I cannot remember my mother’s face.
I can remember the pain of the cuts you give
But I cannot remember the way freedom tastes.
I stop my thinking and swallow my pride
I am too young to be using my head.
But as the leaves keep on falling
And the swing keeps on dancing
Will the sun ever shine again?