Cherry tree of memories

When the tree tops split and the skies turn grey
When the world as we know it crashes
And our smiles melt away,
We shall look upon the horizon and fly
Higher than our dark clouds blinds us
Aim for the blue sky up high.

When we’re feeling sad and blue
We’ll stop our hurting hearts with laughter
By shining like a million stars, we will do,
Greater things than words can explain
And overcome our struggles
Till somehow our pain was never in vain.

When we’re lost we must remember our favorite place
In perfect colors
In between now and then we’ll meet a perfect face,
That face may become a flower on the tree of memories
My cherry tree of memories
I promise, it’s a magic tree.

(Det her digt er i øvrigt det som jeg tænker skal stå i min næste tus, det var det jeg skrev det til i sin tid.)