by tacio tamayo
When the time has come
The clouds will change their patterns
Patterns of never been permanent at all
Scattered all along in the skies.
In time in the future
The birds will migrate but still coming back
In the places they were born
Because they know they should be.
Tomorrow or the other day
I will be happy and cheerful
Yet, the time of sorrow is many
I know that life isn't that easy.
Today I'm living and loving
Full of hopes and dreams
But someday I will leave this world
And death shall banish me forever.
