It is a thing
No one wishes to do...

Somewhere
I know far from here...

Ensnared in the whispers of the encage,
Laced by the insanity, bounded by shadows...

In the evening light,
Shadows come to walk across...

One little wish.
It's as simple as that...

The joy of knowing
What is to have a babe...

Only yesterday it seems,
That we all were together...

A soothsayer I am not,
I cannot foresee your fate...

Amongst the fleeting clouds up high
where wings of the sparrow spread open wide...

The stars tell a story
Of times left forgotten...

A sweet scent in the air,
The yellow fluff raising in the heat...

I wasn't old enough
To understand...