There are days when the posies sing to me

On certain days of the year

When roses blossom for my touch

On certain days of the year

Days when honeydew leaks from the sky

But it is not today

Nor any subsequent days

I hear the cellos in the background

I can feel the bow as if it's on my skin

Back and forth over flesh that resembles...

Maybe rose petals

It is soft enough for the comparison

We are all realy sure

That this time it will be different

Now, is that a hope

Is it a dream

As proven through the ages

History tends to repeat itself

Rise,fall,peace,war,disease, cure

or

rise,fall,love,hate,hate,hate,hate

My chest is rising and falling now

An everyday occurrance

But

Will the next sequence follow it