Time Heals Wounds
They say time heals wounds.
And indeed it does
My heart was once singing a sad tune
but after a while, it faded away like a fluttering crow.
I couldnt bear to live that long with clouds atop.
Grey sweltering rushing clouds that took the life out of me.
I had to make them soon come to a stop
Because, Because, this wasnt just right a key
I could only sing so low and then have my voice grow rasp and sore