C'est la Vie
I drop my forehead to my knees,
Feel the cool breeze brush my cheek,
Hear the wind and feel the sun,
Memories surface one by one.
Hear the laughter in my ears,
Try to smile through my tears,
Scrape my knee and hit the ground,
Sighing as the sun goes down.
Shadows stretch, I scream and moan,
In the dark I call my own,
No one's here, just poor old me,
My voice comes solemn,
C'est la vie.