Memories.

I hope this makes sense... It just came out.
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Memories parade the dancing sky,
Open fields lay silent to hear their song,
Humming softly to the pinking clouds,
Wishing orage setting suns could be prolonged.

The boy's finger nail deep within chipping paint,
He glances back at the broken hinged door,
Praying everything to have happiness and peace,
Unlike his playhouse which now has holes in the floor.

Sighing to himself, such a gentle sweet sigh,
Looking around at the quietly chirping bird,
Wishing he could sing louder, louder,
So finally his soft, sweet voice could be heard.

But, another time he'd tell his sad, sad story,
As the trees sigh with him, with serene birds,
When everything was so peaceful, so blessed,
He will sing his slow ballad until his voice is heard.

xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex