THE CYCLE WILL STILL TALK ABOUT YOU

What do we do?
When the treasures we owe in high esteem are in the wrong hands?
But that our bloods in us revel in sadness.

What do we do when choices give us no choice
But turn us into mountains and our souls into gods?
I am the last God;
Take it or not.
I am the God you have refused to worship.

But the cycle will still talk about you
And I will take it back, their words.
They will ask those questions
That will cause tears to storm from the deep blue sea.
They will say I'm stupid
And the piano will produce a sadder sound.
But I will take it back for peace.

But I will miss you.
The fun, the gist and the happy times.
I will miss your smile and the cold attitude
I will miss your frowns and personality
But in life we don't often get what we want
Especially the things we deserve
Because they are in the wrong hands.
But the cycle will not care,
They will still talk about you.

The cycle will still talk about you
But I will flip open the next page of life's book
And write about curses and broken hearts.
For it wasn't an end like I thought,
It was a fairytale
It was one of those shocking dreams
We will wish not to wake up from.
And when the cycle is done with all their assaults and accusations
I will tell them a sad story,
A moonlight tale of soldiers and kings,
Of arts and crafts and culture,
Of accidents and broken childhood
Of Top-Mainland Bridge and 2012
And the cycle will revel in tears.