As I watch that
fading sun,
Looking deep, hiding behind the dark clouds,
Looking deep, hiding behind the dark clouds,
Like those unsaid
thoughts pondering,
I reflect.
As I watch those fresh flowers,
I reflect.
As I watch those fresh flowers,
Covered with the
tiny rainy droplets
Saying a hundred things without speaking a word,
I reflect.
As I hear those roaring clouds,
A hundred allegations flying wildly,
Saying a hundred things without speaking a word,
I reflect.
As I hear those roaring clouds,
A hundred allegations flying wildly,
Lashing out the
anger,
I reflect.
As I scrutinize the path I have chosen
And my view of sticking to it, even when lost,
I reflect.
But as I think about all that has gone wrong
I reflect.
As I scrutinize the path I have chosen
And my view of sticking to it, even when lost,
I reflect.
But as I think about all that has gone wrong
I break like the
steaming volcano,
And all that could have been
I reflect.
As I watch to live it again.
For a desire that died
but tears continuing to flow are lost in all the reflections.
And all that could have been
I reflect.
As I watch to live it again.
For a desire that died
but tears continuing to flow are lost in all the reflections.
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