All one is to do is to turn away. Turn away, look away. And ignore the harshness scalding in its bitter waves deep within one's very soul.
One cannot even look toward the light anymore In this age and time. Oh what has become of the once happy child I knew? What has become of the dawnrise?
And will it ever sing again, its happy songs of glee? Or forever live within its den Without love's company.
Must we sing a requiem now? As my heart tightens its hold To leave me with the choking dust And drenched in bitter cold
I wish I could say I loved you But that would not be right. For I know your heart lies elsewhere And I but a shadow in the night.
So is this my task? To walk away? The only way to stop the pain? To disappear into darkness And not look back again?
Is it best just to bid goodbye To a friendship I enjoyed?
The Quince · Sat Mar 17, 2007 @ 06:02am · 0 Comments |