They are all for sale...
Fading in the clean sun...
Faces once in windows, shadows of secrets now...
Tree swing tangled in weeds...
Blue hair tie beneath...
Is she still here?
It crept through in silence...no one dare notice...
A year is a lifetime when there is nothing else but time...
Wandering minds and hearts now...
Solace seeking but in denial...
The era frozen forever to teach...
The lessons ignored that allowed the breach...
Ignorance and indifference can\'t become what matters...
Then it\'s often too late to begin anew...
Even though we knew...
Yet again and again and still dismissed...
Look...2,000 years have passed...
For nothing? For many yes...
We choose, our minds are our own...
Choices matter, as does Love...
What is Love? We know...
It\'s to release what we think matters and let in who and what does...
Another year would be such a waste...
Yet is it too late?
Our choices matter...
Let me know when you\'re ready to...Choose...
Time for me is irrelevant...
Yet not for you...