What happened to you?
Where has your bubby laughter gone?
You are one of the few
Who for I have written a song.
A song or a poem – you can decide.
I see you every day and yet,
I feel like I just lied.
You do not talk to me;
do not laugh with me anymore.
There’s a ‘you and I’ but not a ‘we’
And I wish for so much more.
Everyone is always busy
No one ever has the time
I wonder if you miss me
or if you’re doing just fine.
Let us cease these infinite shackles
Which hold us back from what
We’re meant for
The witch of time with her retched
Cackles
Can be overcome if we just
Struggle a little more.
Where has your bubby laughter gone?
You are one of the few
Who for I have written a song.
A song or a poem – you can decide.
I see you every day and yet,
I feel like I just lied.
You do not talk to me;
do not laugh with me anymore.
There’s a ‘you and I’ but not a ‘we’
And I wish for so much more.
Everyone is always busy
No one ever has the time
I wonder if you miss me
or if you’re doing just fine.
Let us cease these infinite shackles
Which hold us back from what
We’re meant for
The witch of time with her retched
Cackles
Can be overcome if we just
Struggle a little more.