Oh all these things that have passed
Can I feel regret forever?
Though they told me when I was small
And sat softly in clover
That all things would pass
All sorrows will fade
Through the rise and set of every sun
That time causes this to ebb away
I wonder now if they lied
Like their stories of magic and angels
I wonder now if
People have laughed quietly thinking we
Still believe such tales
Maybe tomorrow I will feel no pain
From such long ago things
And wake with a new face and steady hands
But maybe not
And I will sit and stare at the clover
And wonder what has become of you