Looking at the stars, he remembered the promise
He’d made to his father, he remembered the day,
Back when he was human, back when he was wise
But the times were changing, no longer could he stay.
After a swim across the rivers of hope and sunshine
And an ageing, frightening walk down the streets of nothing,
He realized that he was running out of time,
In his ears he could hear the bells of anguish ring.
He reached the outskirts of a town called Despair in his mind,
Where a young maiden climbed up to his knee,
Asked him, “Have you family? Why live alone?”
As he sat down below the branches of the old-oak tree.
So he starts, once he comes out of his contemplation,
And suddenly remembers that pink wreath,
Back to the time when the sky was blue, his willing incarceration
To that pretty girl who’d taken away his breath.
Time stood still, he’d let her go past his defence,
No more a fortress he had built up for the world,
Her touch gave him shivers; let him cross that fence,
Life had been merry, and both their worlds had swirled.
He didn’t know what he had said but when he looks up to see,
Sees tears of agony, it was a line today he crossed.
Failing to figure what it was about her, those gleaming eyes,
Reminds him of the missing piece of innocence he lost.
And so he sits, waits and wishes, willing her to come back again.

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