Lying in your arms dear,
I feel much more calm here..
It wouldn't be the worst thing,
If the sky changed right now..

Just whistle if you can't sing
And whisper if you can't speak
Hold me as the stars blink
And kiss me gently on the cheek

I'm a child always wanting more
Like wild waves crashing on the shore
I'll find my way, always.. This I'm sure,
To land right at your door..

Dreaming of my past life,
I was crying last night
So it wouldn't be the worst thing
If the grey clouds did the same

Just promise me I'll be okay
and be here when the sun wakes,
Will I live to see a Sunday,
Where I don't have to worry about the stresses of Monday?

Growing older but I'm still the same
I'm learning new things but I'm still insane
Just promise me that life is worth the pain,
And kiss me gently on the cheek

I'm still a Child, just less free.

That night, I heard
the violin.
Between staves of
leaves,
string-encrusted frills,
I heard a violin,

not cry, not sing, but
dream.
I heard a violin dream.

Before long, after
soon,
I heard the violin.
Between shifting, fleeting,
mindful things,
I heard a violin,

fitted unmathematically
within a memory.

Branches grow through the spring,
Sharp like a razor blade.
The thorns reach out and grab a victim,
Cuts so deep, each memory, each reflection.

Winter comes for scars to hide,
But underneath the cuts are wide.
Wears it like a disguise from normality,
But sill gets judged by reality.

Summer comes where you're faced with fire,
Now it can't be hidden, the urge and desire.
Autumn leaves start to fall,
But you still hang on the tree, away from them all.

Seasons change, and memory's too,
But I'll never forget.
Not a day goes by when I don't smile,
But let's try be happy, just for a while

Seasons change, and memory's too,
But you'll never forget what has become of you.