Pictures sitting on my shelf
of joyful times long past...

When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...

The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...

The fire burns before me
Each tongue with many colors shown...

Before I could never cry
Even when so hard I would try...

When my eyes are filled with tears
When my voice is choked with pain...

The leaves are falling off the boughs
They dance and flurry all around...

I don't care anymore
This is just tearing me apart...

Some just lay down and die
The hope is gone from each soul...

The sun sets upon my wretched life
And the moon rises in its place...

The dark clouds gather in the sky
Ready to shed their tears...

Daisies, violets,mums, and flowers
all beautiful and tall...