Happiness is a Misnomer
Tick tock to a halt; it’s one, then two, then stop
Her breathing slows, her small throat swells
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
It may seem morbid, it may seem wrong
But I’m not ashamed of how I feel
What makes me happy has no name
It festers in fear and fills my soul
I feel every fiber of my gray hairs lift
My fingers palpate the harmony of fate
Though you may not, I do, I do!
I know the symphony, I know the composer
I can save her life
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