Talking in the park, the sun briefly leaves his place
No one’s here, no one but us
You’re on the swing crying under the beautiful dawn
I don’t know what to do, yet I keep staying still
I hope the silence would break through
And just leave you alone
Neither your Dad nor your
Mom would go back
to your beautiful days
But under this sky where’s the night slowly brings the dark to your sight
You can see the light still makes his pace to the quiet, nice, sweet past
Listen to me, everything’s change, but I won't
I will be there.... on your side...
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