The flowers awakening thanking the sun
The birds singing lullaby's to their young
The people are happy basking in the glow
What do I know? What do I know?
Internal storm, a war of emotion
I've lost the battle, no longer in motion
As the world slips by
I cannot cry, I dont know why.
The grassy fields call my name.
Amongst the the trees the birds the bees
I lay me down to sleep,
The forest weeps
The rabbits look on and think,
Its a beautiful day for a suicide.
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