Finally ... it came ...:
the end - of all my hopes ...
and all my dreams ...
the final, irretrievable end.
The calm that comes
when the storm of life is gone
when nought's worth fighting for
the calm of acceptance ... the calm of defeat ...
The truth that finally dawned
that life is but a sad, sad, song
that leaves a bitterness so long
after the bitter truth has dawned ...
I'm that little fly
that seeks the warmth of the golden sun
alone against the wrath of the big, big storm
i yearn for the golden clime beyond ...
Now the truth does dawn:
how futile, against such odds to storm
a little heart ... forbidden loves ... forlorn ...
a silent, willess acceptance ... to conform ...?
How futile to fly against the storm:
my little limbs are worn; my little wings all torn;
in silence i fold my battered wings ... to concorm ...?
in calm silence i await the bitter dawn ...
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