F-33 Rufus Avenue

In a materialistic world,
A father, a daughter and a mother,
Things simple and things flawed,
Oh but too many loose ends make a bridge fall.

Autumn leaves drizzle on the ground,
Careful not get hurt, why can't people be the same?
She smiled, he fell, he woke and he left,
Pictures drawn, hands painted tore into pieces.

Ten years later, back in the rain she stood
Tears rolled down her cheek
She laughed at the things that no longer mattered
Time doesn't heal, it mends she whispered
"I miss you, come back mum"
He fell, he woke and he left, she broke and tore herself.

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