SAD SONGS I USED TO SING

 

There is this sad song in the air

A sing along

A wind of sad air

A fading light in the sky

A humble pie

A free flowing kite

 

There is a wind of change in the sky

And today,

A new page is turned

A new page is made

And the past begins to burn

Burn,

All to cinders and ash

Withers and mesh

 

There is a song of change

Wings begin to soar

Feathers no longer moan,

Or wither.

The song sings in the air

It doesn’t dither.

 

For now I stand not in despair

The song shrills in the air

Now I stand brave

Ready to have, to repair

 

There is this song in the air

A bird sings,

Its feathers are no longer wet

And it now soars in the world of regret

Free, free

Free as a bird...