reprise

big words little action
the endless grind for quest perfection
undaunted bated kicked in the face
tired of running this silly little race
wasted time once was mine a priceless
prize for Miss Realise
the streets are filled with memories and music of the day
which used to play,
now ring in ghostly disarray
these scars will stay forever
like removed nails in a fence
just like tears are worth
more than blood
are silent cries of the heart
an even though She flies so high
She knows she'll never die