It's the same old grey days
I sit around watching time pass by
Wondering when it'll be my time
Listening to the rustling of the big oak
The pages of my life quickly flip by
So much to remember
Before the death puts out my last ember
Of willingness to live
And as the sun so beautifully shines
In the early morning sky
No tears fall, no sad thoughts, I won't cry
Slowly drifting in the wind under the big oak
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
It's the same old grey days
I sit around watching time pass by
Wondering when it'll be my time
Listening to the rustling of the big oak
The pages of my life quickly flip by
So much to remember
Before the death puts out my last ember
Of willingness to live
And as the sun so beautifully shines
In the early morning sky
No tears fall, no sad thoughts, I won't cry
Slowly drifting in the wind under the big oak
