Melancholy morning,
Filled with constant mourning.
Thinking back to our memories,
I wonder why I just remember these?
You made me feel so frivolous and so,
Fragile, as a hunter slaughters doe.
And just as it's life is near the end,
It will live on to see the world again.
You took my world when you walked away,
Perhaps it’s why the skies are grey.
It rains forever, for nothing to grow,
As there is no longer a world to know.