The healer.
They say that time mends a broken heart
Puts together the pieces that have fallen apart
Time helps you kiss the agony a pale goodbye
Embrace the changes that it sweeps along
The past looks oh so comfortable
That makes you snuggle to it and cozy up
But soon you find yourself lost in the winds
Where everything has moved on and you remain in the past, still
Where the memory is all you have left known
Where everything familiar away has been blown
Such a life you dare not choose
Where your only companion will slip through your fingers like sand loose
What will you grab on to then?
Under whose asylum will you seek comfort?
Be like the brown leaf that has fallen off from the tree
That has lost everything, yet is carefree
Be like the brown leaf that gets swept with time
As the winds of changes blows it around
Going places where it creates some new memory
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