What goes up MUST come down.

The gleaming Summer is done,

The bleak Winter has finally come.

The Sun waves down briefly and dips over the edge of the world,

Horizons of hope and joy gone with it.

By Newton’s law every rise we have –

Every rise…must fall – it is the gravity of the situation.

The dark night sky I once longed for to see the shining stars?

That sky is now as black as ink.

The rain I once prayed for to cleanse my soul?

That rain now accompanies my tears.

What goes up MUST come down,

All hope MUST turn to despair.

It is the inevitability of Newton’s law.

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