I saw you first after a war
Ashes, blood, and gunpowder
carpeting the battle floor.
And you were the pretty poppy poking through.
At night when I try to sleep
When nightmares come creeping in
I pass the time by counting sheep
And you’re every single one
Now I try, I try to write,
putting my story in ink
try to record my sad sorry fight
And you’re the inkblot on my quill.
I go up and I go down,
but the fall never leaves.
The change, the chill, round and round.
And you’re the crisp in the autumn breeze.
Though, I’m okay with the cold,
shivering dancing shivering alone.
Just watching how events unfold.
Because you’re when my favorite song begins.