"Still at the Sunset" ~ Something that I wrote.
Gazing at the golden sky;
Hearing the birds chirp by.
Isn't this what it means to be alive?
Feeling the moment is still,
Still, things keep moving like a drill.
You breathe it all out and try to cry aloud,
Wishing someone might hear the sound but there's no one around.
But everyone sees your smile,
And no one sees your eyes.
Hearing the birds chirp by.
Isn't this what it means to be alive?
Feeling the moment is still,
Still, things keep moving like a drill.
You breathe it all out and try to cry aloud,
Wishing someone might hear the sound but there's no one around.
But everyone sees your smile,
And no one sees your eyes.
Is this what it feels to be alive?
