A Novel Time

Sometimes you learn to look at things As if they are to get no better Like single mothers on the first days of January A hymn for the things you’d love to change A prayer for the things you cannot There is no new year for people like me Only a continuation of stress to be Life deals us blows and my songs are tired I’ve heard that happiness is a tale untold In order to pursue this wish One is required to hide beyond blue skies Like life is love Death is a cold hug I’ll patiently wait