Smile for the memories, smile for them all.
Smile for the good times had, before the fall...

I see them sitting there, so pretty.
Sitting there and staring right at me...

It was a good day, that turned sour.
It would seem you hold that power...

It happened by accident really, not by intent.
The place where your last moments were spent...

Where is the Justice?
What's wrong with this justice system...

The rain melts across gloomy sky;
the thunder drums a broken beat...

Eyes closed in peace
on the dot at half four...

Like a wisp of wind
or scattering of leaves...

Kids running amok, amok:
screaming, yelling, calling my name...

Words;
words spoken...

The air is unsullied with city pollution. A rough...
Like a butterfly...

Love,
You, Me...