rain
the sun doesnt shine as it used to
the clouds linger, but some light shines through
it isnt clouds, its a mist
a dark mist that shrouds everything
Peter Pan cant fly no more
Twinkle bell has no sparkle
Cinderella has no evening gown
spinach is no longer Popeye's thing
when fairytales come to an end
when the light at the end of the tunnel..
dims,
no matter how hard u try to catch up..
when hope... doesnt seem to mean a thing
when life is in a mess
when songs hold empty souls
when whatever you created crumbles before your eyes
when whatever you touch turns to dust
when nothing seems..
when the snowflakes that float around you
no longer drift in the wind
when the snowflakes around you
fall splat as rain
the clouds linger, but some light shines through
it isnt clouds, its a mist
a dark mist that shrouds everything
Peter Pan cant fly no more
Twinkle bell has no sparkle
Cinderella has no evening gown
spinach is no longer Popeye's thing
when fairytales come to an end
when the light at the end of the tunnel..
dims,
no matter how hard u try to catch up..
when hope... doesnt seem to mean a thing
when life is in a mess
when songs hold empty souls
when whatever you created crumbles before your eyes
when whatever you touch turns to dust
when nothing seems..
when the snowflakes that float around you
no longer drift in the wind
when the snowflakes around you
fall splat as rain

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