At least there's a sky,
Looking down at the managed
And mixed world.
Turning away
The blue and light felt clouds.
For to put on darkness,
Must we remember,
As we look,
To find our glittering stars.
One will fall,
So make a wish.
And
      Don't
              You
                    Ever
­                           Tell.
The secrets we keep,
For what we hope is never asked.
Hearing,
"How are you,"
Do we DARE
Speak the truth?
Does a child know
Why a parent had to go
Away?
Will the one with depression
Just admit they are
And not sugarcoat?
For a troubled soul
In life with a sweet girl
Drives the girl insane
And
       There
                She
                      Goes.
Not even a chance to make a wish,
She gets what she wants.
Her time,
Her space.
And nobody,
Can wish,
For her to feel comfort
And go back,
Again.