ALL TOO FAMILIAR

Look At Us...

Some Of Us Once Stood By Each Other
Like A Rock
Some Of Us Once Shone Bright For One Another
To Light Up The Dark

Now We're So Far Apart

Some Faces That We Once Found Endearing And New
Now Seem Intimidating And Old
Some Voices That We Once Found Silvery And Serene
Have Now Gone Dead And Cold

The Pillars We Once Leaned On For Care And Support
Have Now Become Canvases For Profanities And Dirt

The Sweetest Of Fruits Shall Eventually Rot And Go Sour
Every Torch Shall One Day Run Out Of Fire
That's When You Ought To Realise You've Run The Course
And Walk Away Silently Without Regret Or Remorse