We Faced It

When our hope begins to loom

The sun is slaked, but fairy tales have never gone

There are no more any time

Those happy days like breath away are never won’t

There’s no more the short romance

It’s something here so near, so far

The same wind blows and never calm

It seems…our happy time is just a paper moon

So dear to us

When the light of the moon begins to lose

And tints is flaked, but our dreams have never gone

There’s no more any life

Lifetime and days will pass away as savor every wound

There’s no more any ache

It’s someone with the hope so clear to guide

The same sun knows… that gleam

It seems our way of down is just a flash of light

Like a ghost to leave

© Fennix

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