By: Giancarlo Siu
Chief of Staff | HSA | Poetry
the memories are fading
the water is rising
now i'm reaching and wading
this is the drawing that i'm shading
the time is nearing
now i'm watching and waiting
watching and waiting
the days are feeling endless
the panic rings on by
it’s like nothing makes sense
the feeling is just so dense
the time is nearing
sitting here, so defenseless
so defenseless
it feels like the days are counting down
but what they’re counting down to
i don’t quite know
it feels like every time i turn around
the terrors just pass right through
i just don’t know
the memories are fading
the water has risen
now i'm drowning, cascading
this is the feeling that im hating
the time is nearing
now i'm anxiously hesitating
anxiously hesitating
it feels like the days are counting down
but what they’re counting down to
i don’t quite know
it feels like every time i turn around
the terrors just pass right through
i just don’t know
i don’t know what the future holds
but i hope to not fall into one of its folds
i don’t know what tomorrow spells
but i hope it cures me of these hells
they say that the sun will rise again
i sure hope to see the day
they say that the moon will rise by ten
i sure hope to find the way
they say that the sun will shine again
i sure hope to see the day
they say that the moon will shine by ten
i sure hope to find the way
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