Labels and lies

She walks slowly towards the park
Thirty minutes and her tears are dry
She’s running but there’s no finish line
She’s chasing old memories
But she only finds ghosts of the past

The park sits silent in the night
A swing is pushed by a whispering wind
Did she find home ? Is this it ?
Flashbacks of summer nights and clear skies

She has changed so much…
It is to cold to look back
There is no way of turning around
Tears fog her eyes, she;s to afraid
Afraid to knowledge what she’s become

She stops. One more look won’t hurt
She walks. One more step will heal everything
She’s gone now. The wind is silent
The park, her summer nights

And as she closes this chapter she finds a sweet, dear picture
Just a swing in a rusty park…