The Life They Once Had

Rolling down hills used to thrill them,
Time has gone so fast as it goes by
They might try getting high,
We will soon get older…
And people will learn to grow colder.

When will we learn how to listen to
The willow trees whip through the wind.
They cannot go back and change their choices,
For long will they know where they can hear the wind blow.

Friendship through Friendship…
Night to night,
The moon is high,
The air is still.

When you go through
Street to street,
Night to night,
The future is not too bright.
When you look up to the sky,
My good bye is held in shy,
As each day goes by and by,
Day to day.

Saitaina's Diary