The silver sky faded
but it left a bright sparkle
and added a new leaf
amidst the calmness
of the tragic winds
that left my heart withered and dry
out of loneliness
the world cried
a flood of teardrops
left me in the dark seaside scene
with warm candle flames
that kept me up all night
whistling, wondering, and believing
that there's an awful new meaning
to the tune we're so used to singing
as the candle melts
a day ends, with no regrets
with each graceful steps
I'll take along these twisted stairs
I'll remember how I cried every year
seeing my balloon fly
this year, for a change
I'll let go and smile
as I watch it fly
on a clear October sky..