How can the haze make the days fade so fast?
The memory of your smiling voice,
it was blind to your face but you could hear it in the way you talked about your life.
Won't it all go away.
Bring back the smiles of that broken child,
and let me feel the joy flow through her veins again.
Watch her walk home.
Somber steps vibrate an emotional ground,
and you can feel the tears not yet falling from her eyes.
