Our memories are changing
Love's fading, tomorrow is today's game
Ill-fated end to every day, unchanging
Writing books by the staircase
Moderately famished, taking the hallway
Downstairs, I live with my sisters and a thousand people
In a diary, a thousand unknown faces
But, memories change
Love's just a whisper
Unchanged, a day can have a happy ending
Books are written in a library
The staircase points to a ruby, emerald colored carpet
Wainscoted walls, feverishly stained by pink
My childhood had gone away in a blink
The rest of us stayed at home, under the revolving sun
Where the sky was clear, we could come out
Playing in the golden hair of sunshine and melodious breeze
Arduously pelting hail would accompany the storm
I could command all the elements
If I were a boy unknown to pain and woe