It was a very sad time, I blame myself
Our stories together, are like books on a shelf
Mostly short stories, some happy, some sad
I don’t like them all, but for most, I’m glad
One day there was no music, our melody had grown old,
So we argued and fought until our hearts were cold
Like a bird held silent on a morning in spring
We stopped hearing the music, we didn’t dance and sing
I’m not sure what happened, there was nothing on the wall
My fix was short and the problem was tall
The melody of our life would no longer play
Our hearts in shock, we both walked away
The new life was painful, It seemed there was just me
With my anger and sadness, how could this be?
I sat and pondered the anguish of my fate
How could this happen, I was filled with hate
Day after day, I was owned by its power
Consumed in the misery, locked in its tower
Then one day it happened, I didn’t feel sad
A new day had risen, I was seemingly glad
My smiles were much stronger and my heart seemed to rest
The day and its sunshine seemed at its best
As my distance got further from the darkness and shame
My feelings were weaker for anger and blame
And one day while laughing, I could see that, for me
My heart and my soul were finally free