Knives swinging from the ceiling.

Singing to feel alive again as if she’s already gone.

Time goes and wanders on like the waves at the

Beach eating the sand while the children weep.

Umbrellas are for the men who can’t walk

Their dogs as shoes are for slaves. Slaves to

The real world and the environment. We as

A whole, try to save the bees, we do our best.

But the King has demanded his servants back,

So before you jump off the bridge and across the

Sea, make a wish, throw it in twice and breathe.

The feeling the ocean gives you on a hot August day

Is the same feeling he gave me the first time

We kissed in the rain. If you open your heart’s door

You can see the love just flooding in. So

Don’t be afraid of the dark as love lingers within

The crevices of the unknown: the darkness.

The men pray and pray that one day, their

Wives would be dead.