A Tuesday Poem

She cracks and fades on windy days
She will smile brightly at the sun
And the twinkling stars are to her a blessing
And she counts each one

When winter comes, the cold she embraces
Runs with the pack, like she's one
Then the dawn will try to save her
So pure as light she's gone

And she'll be alright alright alright in the end
But that's all she'll be
In the end


Don't try to hard, life will get you down
Be warm to strangers, don't expect a return
Because this world is what you make it
But It'll be alright in the end


Try for me to stay awake
Don't slip beneath the dark layers of pain
You've built yourself so tall so tall so tall
But you see it'll be alright in the end