There was letting him go,
or letting him stay here.
Neither choice was easy.
Neither choice would please me.
Even though his intentions were
not pure, sometimes he was a cure.
Serious sobs would be silly ones.
And I am ashamed to say that I
miss him for the moment.
A pitiful creature with a damaged
soul and belief he has no role.
Oh, sir, how I weep and wish
to quell your spirits now.
Fly away, songbird, and take
your bow. Tell them of how
you will never find the reality
of life ever again.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
There was letting him go,
or letting him stay here.
Neither choice was easy.
Neither choice would please me.
Even though his intentions were
not pure, sometimes he was a cure.
Serious sobs would be silly ones.
And I am ashamed to say that I
miss him for the moment.
A pitiful creature with a damaged
soul and belief he has no role.
Oh, sir, how I weep and wish
to quell your spirits now.
Fly away, songbird, and take
your bow. Tell them of how
you will never find the reality
of life ever again.
