Won’t Wear Dark

Always heard there’d be days like this
The same confusion of thought
Like remembering thoughts I’d forgot
Only to lose them like the leaves

Lessons from a voice inside my head
Like lessons from the voice of an angel

Lays on the couch to play a harp
Drenched in blues, she won’t wear dark

Beyond these days, up through the clouds
Leaving clues and laughter, loud

Cooks with old pans for a reason
Something the same through changing seasons

Always heard there’d be days like this
The same distortion of love
Like deciphering love from above
Only to lose it in the breeze

Something the same through changing seasons
Something the same throughout the seasons