I shut my eyes and things are red
I open them and my blithe is dead
I rinse the clock and turn it back
Give me again all that i ever had
The man i loved the friend i knew
In this cosmos happiness is few
And i cry and cry and tell myself
Will the daffodils smell again,
I shout it from the ocean below
muffled breadths and garbled low
In this ocean of fear will i survive,
will i swim up and be alive
and touch the sky
that is above all the pain
Where happiness is a merry gain
Where sonnets and jove harp a string,
I would do anything
to live my dream
and wash it clean
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
I shut my eyes and things are red
I open them and my blithe is dead
I rinse the clock and turn it back
Give me again all that i ever had
The man i loved the friend i knew
In this cosmos happiness is few
And i cry and cry and tell myself
Will the daffodils smell again,
I shout it from the ocean below
muffled breadths and garbled low
In this ocean of fear will i survive,
will i swim up and be alive
and touch the sky
that is above all the pain
Where happiness is a merry gain
Where sonnets and jove harp a string,
I would do anything
to live my dream
and wash it clean
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