I remember when I was younger,
Wishing to soar across the sky
back then,dreams felt real-
But even dreams...do die.
We thought we knew
a single night of lunacy
And life took a cruel turn
From joy so sweet
And dreams so wide
to silence when
The sun sets at dawn
Now the birds don't  sing
morning  songs-
They mourn.
Their notes a requim
For what we lost.
And all that remains
are memories
Bittersweet-
memories