The wind brings some leaves to caress their cheek,To dry up their tear soaked face.The Sun shows the glory they couldn't believe,Reminding them of the better days.
When the ground's reinforced with concrete,This base of glass will become obselete,Because a drop of hope can heal the broken;A little word can swallow our past whole.
I want to rewrite my perception's monument,I want to prove reality with examples...Even if there's a valid counterargument,It could never even explain Saturn's bevels.
No, you don't have to laugh,You don't have to know...I won't make you smile,Not if you don't want...I see that you're hurt,I see that you know...You do want to smile,But you're afraid to...I will cry with you,Like she did before...You're afraid I know,To say it out loud...You don't want it yet,And that is still fine...I don't fault you now,It truly was rough...
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
Oh Sumptuous momentSlower goThat I may gloat on thee --'Twill never be the same to starveNow I abundance see --Which was to famish, then or now --The difference of DayAsk him unto the Gallows led --With morning in the sky --
Behold, as goblins dark of mienAnd portly tyrants dyed with crimeChange, in the transformation scene,At Christmas, in the pantomime,Instanter, at the prompter's cough,The fairy bonnets them, and theyThrow their abhorred carbuncles offAnd blossom like the flowers in May.— So mankind, to angelic eyes,So, through the scenes of life below,In life's ironical disguise,A travesty of man, ye go:But fear not: ere the curtain fall,Death in the transformation sceneSteps forward from her pedestal,Apparent, as the fairy Queen;