A Melodic Youth
A Melodic Youth
Our childhood is like a melody
A melody of light
That is heard from within
We might
Hear the melodies of life
Hear the waves of the voice
That ascended from skies
We might rejoice
A melodic nostalgia
That it is made with memories
Will last forever
Even in a century
A song within
Shine our hearts
Telling us that nothing
Will tear us apart
As time flows
A melody fades
Like a dust
For the rest of the days
Darkness reigns
Plague spreads
A melody dying
As its blood is shed
A melody is like a symbol
A symbol of hope
That dies so fast
We cannot cope
Growing up is cruel
Like the melody’s death
We said farewell
As it took the last breath
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