Cry a River

Watching the sun goes down
A tickler that reminds you of fading bloom
A reminder that dark days lurks
Only what's left to rejoice in is memories of your deeds

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You'll cry a river if all that's left are ashes
Works of your past tested but holds no virtue
A sad song sang loud to tell of your ruin
Wishes flooded like a river but too late

Why wait until the flowers fold and wither
Why wait until your strength no longer carry you
You'll cry a river, if all that's left are wishes
In the days when you strength fails.