Jade

Some loon with broken tones, always make you sigh, about times you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the lies, a moon turns on its plate, it knows what's done, she understands why, the tides start to flow, going boom clocks gyrate, ticking outside my life, what a generous waste, like you could never show, hurt enough to weep outside, the pain within your soul, gentle breezes rescue late, to love again and try, throw fears to the grate, smile at lullaby's.