As I set my pen down,
The words should flow,
But not today,
For no words express the meaning of life,
And happiness,
And fear,
For the light always comes with the dark,
And the good with the bad,
But singing like larks,
Like sparrows and flutes,
Music shows what words can not tell,
And as death does not control the world,
Neither do you,
The light,
Or perhaps time does,
But who can know?
Life will go on without you,
So enjoy it while you can.