dear friend, my feet are bare
and my fears are real. there's a war
in the distance, they destroyed the moon.
dear friend, there is a song,
sung by the warriors of plentiful nations,
about the sun that once shone.
dear friend, my feet are cold
and the sun is just a myth. but
we are true, you and i, to one another.
my dear friend, how i love the world
with you by my side, sun or no sun now
the scent of blossoms is a happy memory.
my dear sweet friend, let's carry on
caring and working and writing. or else
children might not remember the stories.
1 comment:
(((katy)))
Post a Comment