I wear a mask… all day long,
firmly in place performing the role of someone "strong," standing tall and proud in the middle of the world.
But when the sun fades
and the shadows begin to swallow the light,
that mask cracks and turns into tears, quietly falling away.
Old, worn-out melodies become keys that knock on the doors of my past.
Each note digs into my heart,
unearthing the ashes of once-held happiness and the scars left behind by sorrow.
And so… uncontrollable tears
flow across my cheeks like a map of the past.
In every tear I wipe away with trembling fingers, there are silent screams of longing
that no one else can hear.
Song after song…
every lyric I listen to
feels like it breathes life back into my memories and yearning.
The sunlight of tomorrow…
I trade it away for this lonely solitude,
sinking deeper into the endless night.
Like a wandering bird
that has forgotten its way home…
Seasons pass me by, while I drift aimlessly in the wind, not knowing where I will finally land.
Resting briefly on whatever branch I find,
enduring storms with clenched resolve.
The many lands, the countless sights I've crossed have left my small wings weary and worn.
And yet…
Life is a journey with no turning back,
so even with these tired wings,
I must keep searching for my destination.
In the blink of an eye, another day slips away
like sand through an hourglass.
I am so tired…
Lann