Playing the strings
Dancing in the wind
Freely
The boy still sings
These childhood memories are fading
Like a rusting nail
I push back the break of dawn
Before the horizon’s rise
Try to grasp these last shimmering strands of hope
Hanging in my face
In the midst of darkness
The faint light of hope still remains
Please chase away these demons
So that I can live in this fairy tale
A little longer