THE OLD NEW LAKE
© GirlGafasPasta
Looking at old pictures
While staring at the lake
Then was white
Now is green
But I have to leave
Then I seat myself on a wooden bench
There is a child who died
He loved the park
But he had to leave it too early
Then I look at the sky
And watch a black bird
He is flying through the lake
But he will come back
The bridge is just a sign.
© GirlGafasPasta