Petals In The Grass
These Are The Days
These are the days
Of impossible spells
Cast down upon us
Like rain
These are the days
When freshly picked flowers
Smell from their decay
Rotting
These are the days
Where empty hand shakes
Mean nothing
Vacant
These are the days
Of unbecoming smiles
Reach out to greet us
Uncertain
These are the days
When inconceivable sorrows
Seem to plague our minds
Suffering
These are the days
Where unthinkable words
Are spoken loudly
Scorned
These are the days
Of impossible spells
Cast down upon us
Like rain
These are the days
When freshly picked flowers
Smell from their decay
Rotting
These are the days
Where empty hand shakes
Mean nothing
Vacant
These are the days
Of unbecoming smiles
Reach out to greet us
Uncertain
These are the days
When inconceivable sorrows
Seem to plague our minds
Suffering
These are the days
Where unthinkable words
Are spoken loudly
Scorned
These are the days
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These Are The Days
These Are The Days