The boughs are broken, and thistle love.
Tangled up in a cloud above,
Of clovers and daffodils, run away,
My heart longs for another day,
Of forgotten dreams, enchanted beams.
It's not today that I throw away
But a life of fulfillment that comes my way.
I long not for shimmering springs,
Nor of little blue songbirds that dance and sing,
All I wish is to live today and die every broken dream.
Discarded will, that brings in doubt,
Creeping into the cracks of stone-cold shouts.
I put my life into the hands of a stranger,
As I came to the fork, I felt no danger,
Though I took the wrong path and walked into a trap.
Crimson leaves, dance under the waning sun,
As the breath of the willows leave the world undone.
It's snowing in spring, and birds sing in the winter,
As I walk by the riverside, I feel a large splinter,
And I'm drowning, I'm dying, I can't take it anymore.
Then all I hear is silence, and the wind begins to blow,
I hear the voice of crimson, as if it's just beginning to glow.
And I know not why I'm crying, nor of what I am so scared
It is a new beginning, but I'm no longer even there,
For I have left to die my dreams, and live my broken life.
With a crimson whisper lingering, everywhere I shall reside.
With my love by my side, with my love by my side.
By: Paranoid.Android
