Willow's Wood

No more laughter, 

no more song and

no more dreams 

that I'm in your arms. 

Giving up or giving in,

it's a strange way to live.

From this moment on I'm

gonna try to right the wrong.

No blue birds for me, 

just a finch perched on the tree, 

reminder of a day long gone 

as it chirps its morning song. 

Snowflakes falling with a breeze,

stirring up some old memories.

From that very first hello 

I never truly ever let you go. 

Wishing thinking at its best

hoping I could handle the test.

I wanted a little bit more but

reality had something else in store.

Waking up to your kisses sweet

and lying in your arms like a dream, 

somethings are not meant to be 

like the love cast to eternity. 

One side of this silly game

made a pawn of me to this very day, 

tried and tried as much as I could, 

but the truth is in the willow's wood.