The Repeat


It's not like the little boy heard his mother cry
When did everything seem sublime
Why can't the girl find peace
Instead she fights with the destiny she can not meet

When did the trees stop talking to me
Or what was it like for the sand to boil my feet
I can't remember little sister asking mother
"When is Daddy coming home"
Or when her ducks were sitting a perfect row

I often ask the maple tree
Down by the river bed
To sing the gentle song for me
He tucks his branches underneath
And he drifts me off to sleep

It's not like the little boy heard his mother cry
When did everything seem sublime
Why can't the girl find peace
Instead of fight with the destiny she can not meet

I realize why he heard no cry
Why things seem sublime
Why the girl found no peace
Because it was all a repeat in history

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