Balladry

Recount the days Of folding up paper plates What a waste Number my days The sun counts in funny ways Freckled faces Listen closely Lean in To the child inside you Crying for help She won't know Where to go Oh no And neither did you all along Floating away Feeling my helium Start to fade Sand in my eyes Looking up Isn't wise In telling time Focus Forget No use Tipping over the hourglass Trying to find what you know Isn't home No more Cause it was in you all along