Sunday, June 27, 1999

a sunny afternoon

While the sun still shines
And the birds still sing,
You break me like a helpless twig
And I lose it all, everything.

I lose my hope, I lose my dream.
I lose my better tomorrow
I wallow in the grave of pity
I bathe in the waters of sorrow

I fall in lonely's great abyss
I fly on darkness' wing
And all this while the sun still shines
And the birds still sing.

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