When were small

But our dreams were as big as mountains

When our smiles stretched across our faces

unbound by the sorrow that would some day consume us

Because our joy was free and so were we…

But the clouds that always loomed in the horizon we bound to creep closer

And we accepted the rain that fell on our once joy bound face

Because when the freest

Highest of all the birds

Plummets 

They fall the longest

And hits the ground the hardest

And when they eventually crumble and decay

Because with their mind gone 

They can no longer maintain their body

Because life was cruel

And ripped the wings off our backs

Leaving with only the promise 

“Things will get better”

And now you're holding out hope that it will

Because what else can you do?

Besides mourn the past

And the sun on your face

You spiral and spiral

And there is no driftwood within the whirlpool

To grip to keep your head above the waves 

As they push and batter you back under

But as always…

Life moves on

Because it doesn't care about the smile you once wore 

Like a crown upon your head

It moves on because sometimes…

That's all you can do.