When walking back home tipsy
The chirping birds remind me
It is three in the morning
My companion
A sad little song was my companion today. She danced on my lips and played a soft tune She mused in my heart and comforted my soul Because she was with me, my journey was not lonely. She held my hands when walking the path That disappeared into the fog A path that seemed to lead nowhere The warmth of her palms in my hands Compensated for the chill around - A bit I wished it was a different journey With a lot of people Towards a glorious destination. But for now, It is just me And her - My sad little song.
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