When The Birds Stop to Sing (Inspired by Holy City Rollers)

It's finally here
Those days that i have been afraid of
You and me
We are no longer one entity

Something is missing
Something i have thought that would always be here

The birds have stopped to sing
Really?
Or perhaps they were not singing at all from the beginning
My mind still trying to digest
Digest all of this

This just not make any sense
We were alright
Everything just fine
We were halfway there to our dreams
We were excited for what universe have in store for us
But then we lost appetite

Are we just not meant to be "us"?
Are we forcing to be "us"?

This reminds me of that fairy tale
Cinderella....
Remember what the fairy told Cinderella?
That her time is up at 12?
We are at that twelve.