through birch trees where shadows blend a fractured mind begins to mend yet through the cracks, a something seeps like sorrow through the birch trees
echoes of laughter, forever lost the birch lined paths, covered in frost every whispered hope, now tattered and worn like sorrow through the birch trees
the sky weeps tears, a gentle grey do you think she knows the price we pay? for the fleeting moments, pure and bright like sorrow through the birch trees
a sparrow embarks on a lonely flight drifts endlessly through the silent night slipping in and out of old and new like sorrow through the birch trees
the echoes of a distant song in hollow chambers, lingers long the cheerful melody fades to dust like sorrow through the birch trees