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A symbolizing past
I feel a little breeze, coming down a lane.
A small pain, that won't go away.
The road narrows, and I shrink in the end.
To no one special, just a cross on the way.
The day was then, not now or later.
I'd taken my bike, to see you waiting.
The sky said 'Hi, I'll meet you again.
In another place, not so far away.'
The sea rippled, optimistic with its sound.
The birds were singing, as in high up in a pine.
I felt the warmth, surrounding me and you.
But it stopped so fast, to nothing new.
The air took me down, the grass I suddenly felt.
Around me were things, that made no sense.
The car it ran away, towards a destiny of guilt.
Leaving something behind: a life which started to end.
A cross now there stands, white with a name.
'Missing child' it says, but who's to blame?
Who was that child, what happened to her?
She disappeared one day, to learn new things of the world.
The things she learnt, no one will know.
Except the one, she never even met.
A car door shuts, a flower now there lies.
To symbolize a past, that did not come to waste.
I feel a little breeze, coming down a lane.
A small pain, that won't go away.
The road narrows, and I shrink in the end.
To no one special, just a cross on the way.
The day was then, not now or later.
I'd taken my bike, to see you waiting.
The sky said 'Hi, I'll meet you again.
In another place, not so far away.'
The sea rippled, optimistic with its sound.
The birds were singing, as in high up in a pine.
I felt the warmth, surrounding me and you.
But it stopped so fast, to nothing new.
The air took me down, the grass I suddenly felt.
Around me were things, that made no sense.
The car it ran away, towards a destiny of guilt.
Leaving something behind: a life which started to end.
A cross now there stands, white with a name.
'Missing child' it says, but who's to blame?
Who was that child, what happened to her?
She disappeared one day, to learn new things of the world.
The things she learnt, no one will know.
Except the one, she never even met.
A car door shuts, a flower now there lies.
To symbolize a past, that did not come to waste.
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