I sit and think
Think and sit
About what makes my heart sink
Wondering what makes my life so shit
This bench is very special to me
Here all my minds thoughts arise
I sit here for hours, wishing what life could be
A tear always drops, its no longer a surprise
I think about the good and the bad
My angels and the devil
I think about the times I've had
Mainly when I've been in peril
This bench seems to help
Helps me choose the next path in my life
It;'s always good, it is the key
For I get up from this bench never reaching for the knife
This bench was placed all alone
It suits me to a Tee
It doesn't argue, it doesn't moan
Just listens when I'm sad, upset and angry
*^* I wrote this when I went for a walk and sat on my bench for two hours, on my own, just thinking. You don't know how much it helps *^*
