The lonely street so beautiful and bare,
Seasons pass by without a care
She stares from the window with a vacant look
At a paper boat sailing in the brook.
The endless void, it carries her by
To yesteryears that make her cry
Shattered dreams and broken hearts
Countless moments of playing different parts.
A simple life twisted and tangled
Abundant fears that leave us strangled
Of words unspoken and swallowed down
Of incessant tears and not a frown.
Open wounds that refuse to heal
Stagnant blood, she ceases to feel
Shadows of the past all merged in one
Of endless farewells when they were done.
The shroud of happiness it gives away
And exposes the truth she kept at bay
Naked and cold she stares ahead
The happy times forgotten and dead.
Her honesty always pushed them away
Those she loved and wanted to stay
And now she stands numb and alone
Amidst walls of despair, a block of stone.
The paper boat now fades from view
Those misty eyes have lost their hue
Of untold tales and myriad defeats
Of attempts to stop those pained heart beats.
Tired and listless, she turns to rest
The fight is over, she failed the test
And now she lives to bear the cross
Of a truth concealed and a painful loss.
