The skies were grey that day
The air cold that morning
I remember the bench
Where I sat, shivering.
That September, Grey day.
On my own, far away
Whist all the girls came out to play
I watched the grey clouds
In a dark grey sky drift by
And that was when you called me
And that was when everything changed
When the first crack appeared in my logic
When the first bullet of truth
Pieced my brain
But I don’t regret meeting you
Nobody could ever regret meeting you
With smile so bright and eyes so blue
And visions so wide they shook logics pillars
Something that nobody understood
When you called out to the girl on the bench
Sitting alone, midst September grey
On that fateful day.
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