The days, The days

The days, the days, the blissful days,

The nights of warmth and love,

The days, a phase, a loving haze,

A picture in ones heart.



The days, the days, the miserable days,

The nights of wind and rain,

The days, it says, too full of craze,

Are ripped out from the start.



The days, the days, the thoughtful days,

The nights of contemplation,

The days, it lays, perfect in praise,

Imagination took its part.



The days, the days, the dreadful days,

The nights of worry and stress,

The days, they raise, a complex maze,

To terrible to forget.