There's emotions I could never capture
and words I could never find...
My final fall
It was so many years ago...
She calmly approached him,
while he was carving a wooden bird...
Here upon this shelf I sit
I've journeyed to a thousand places...
Sadness it may bring.
in your heart when you hear...
Hide yourself where ever you please
Underground or under seas...
Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...
The identity of expression
is the prowess of artistic creation...
Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...
Cool winds caress my skin;
And, the smell of grass and water spins...
She' s quiet and she keeps to herself
She must not care about anyone else...
Were gonna go have fun,
and let it all come out...