Whispers of childlike glee,
can you hear them, just like me?
The stardust trail you can't see,
shines in wake of your happy spree..
Of times, when you were free,
it tells stories of boundless merry,
but deliquesces as you disagree,
with the voice within that can only plea...
Where did you lose your blee
of joy, fathomless as the sea?
When did you decide to bury
the child that loved thee for thee?
can you hear them, just like me?
The stardust trail you can't see,
shines in wake of your happy spree..
Of times, when you were free,
it tells stories of boundless merry,
but deliquesces as you disagree,
with the voice within that can only plea...
Where did you lose your blee
of joy, fathomless as the sea?
When did you decide to bury
the child that loved thee for thee?
