Moving On

The clock tells all Time to move on And breathe easy for a while Ready for Sunday The dawn of the summer sun Your face dies with winter And my heart is rebirthed in spring Time is hard to hold on to. Your voice still echoes off the canyons Hidden deep within the desert Your words are dried up Your heart draws blood from it’s thorns Sucks my body dry I waited for your fairy tale But a girl can only sleep for so long. I’ll find my own way from thirst I’ll pick out your thorns And wipe away the blood And as I face the sun I’ll take my chances wandering the desert To leave you in winter’s clutch. I’ll head into summer And I’ll leave you lost behind spring Still promising storybooks With happy endings.