Through the wind I hear a baby’s cry
Oh my baby
I’m trying
Not quite right
Quite wrong indeed
Going away sometimes means never coming back
Or so they say
I wish every silence would stay
To keep me company
To try to put me back together
They say you never know
I know I know
Nothing known at all
So little known at all
So seldom I am me
So little to see
So little to be
Don’t know when I’ll really be again
This is for now I keep whispering
Not bothering with what comes after
I don’t know when now ends
But this is for now
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