Trust

Clover of four simple words
Is clutched in her hand, breath forgotten
She wants to believe that happiness
Is still at the door.

The clock is chiming oddly loud
The walls are screaming, shattering glass
Time will not return people whose shadow
Is fading in us

R: Run as fast as you can
And don’t look back
Fear of uncertain days
Will/will reach you
But before you make a step
Trust deeply…
And don’t be afraid

Moments are fading in the shadow of your eyes
And the thought that time entered the wrong door
Only your sight is whispering that it is true
So don’t be afraid spring will come again