nmyworld

Every sweet lyric from her voice
Vindicates the masses of unfounded love
As skies are bluer, trees greener, clouds whiter
Cannot have but one grim choice
All youthful dreams taken from above
Still they cling to the constant, hateful writer
So collective pain ignored and they rejoice
Indulge in the most beautiful things she can think of
Despite the world growing ever tighter
Yet still the ephemeral we hoist