When Never there never came .

So the shallow brook was rolling,
Like soft curves just blowing,
And the stream just kept crying for days and days.

The moonlit field was bright, because it was day.
The shadows only rained when you looked away.
And your closest friend,
 never said a word to you.

So you can speak on for me,
Like the birds and the trees.
And you can run through this dream,
But remember to look back,
When you call for me.

• This topic was modified 8 years, 5 months ago by Razasoul.