Like soft cries in the wind,
Like talknig to the whispering trees.
Like a few cowardly men,
Like sunk ships rising in the seas.
Like a happy child when their pet is found,
Like sunshine when hte night goes away.
Like a nightlight so night teoors go down,
Like depressing April before beautiful May.
Like scary tales told at a party,
Like walls falling to the ground.
Like a prisoner set free,
Like a never-ending merry go round.
Like a pencil with no eraser,
Like a pen with no ink.
Like an old retired racer,
Like a melted ice rink.
Like shoulders to cry on,
Like eyes to get lost in.
Like a everlasting dawn,
Like a forgotten place to visit again.
Like crying when knowing you've wept,
Like a heavy burnden thats carried.
Like secrets told but one is kept,
As the last secret is buried.