"Though the cities start to crumble, And the towers fall around us, The sun is slowly fading And it's colder than the sea, It is written from the desert, To the mountains they shall lead us, By the hand and by the heart, They will comfort you and me." -John Denver |
I heard of your death
Tragic yes...
I think of you every time I look at the ring on my...
the band of silver in my reminder...
Woken up by what I can not say
fingers of rain tap softly at my window pane...
Checking the time of the grandfather clock
Before he walks out the door...
So I pack a few things and he takes me away from...
then I realize I did not know and ask him his name...
If you could read my mind,
I couldn't look at you anymore...
Would you come stand by my side,
If you had to risk your life...
Paper bound together,
With the strength of just string...
You laugh behind your bitter eyes
I'm just a game that you despise...
I went for a walk
to try to clear my head...
He who laughs last, thinks slowest. |