When choosing optimism one must commit,
It simply has to last forever.

The joy and pain must bend to fit,
so then the two can not be severed.

For once perfection came to me.
Most would have faught to hold on tight.

But no soul loves, unless it's free.
So here I am, alone tonight.

I saw a pretty sparrow bird;
it's feathers black, like deep remores.

Against the snow it looked absurd.
This made me think of you, of course.

The children never say your name,
or mention you like other girls.

They see that this time I'm in pain.
A piece is missing in my world.

When every night I walk in here,
I hope to find you standing there.

Perhaps with your eyes glazed in tears.
Needing me once more, to care.

Oh Sparrow, that remorse is mine,
and shame for what I didn't do.

I pray God, send me back in time..
I should have said, " I love you too".

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