It used to be that the birds would sing out my name whenever they saw me.
But now, there is no such thing.
Why did everything stop?
Why were we lost?
I remember the good old days. Ones full of light and laughter.
We never wondered what could happen when those days would end,
What could happen if life disappeared in a flash,
And ate away our souls.
All we knew was love and happiness.
Never expecting hate and lost.
And once we did, there was no turning back.
Those birds would never sing again.
