Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...
Cool winds caress my skin;
And, the smell of grass and water spins...
Perfectly rigid you stand there staring.
That same sweet smile upon your face...
Last year is gone
A slice of my past...
She' s quiet and she keeps to herself
She must not care about anyone else...
Were gonna go have fun,
and let it all come out...
Laughing with composer, sat the sky,
Dangling, from a lamp, his toes...
Here child, fit into this mold
The one that's been made for you...
Seems like only yesterday
Cradling you in my arms...
Tis a water of mud fellow Americans drink
Hazy, unclear to what truth lies beneath...
In your silence
Words that refuse to break or bend...
The girl in the mirror
Is one I wish I didn't know...