In the garden, in the park, on a bench, i sit. A newspaper - TopicsExpress



          

In the garden, in the park, on a bench, i sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer. It is coming my way, I patiently wait. I see the sign, its on the road And i think its crazy In the garden, of the park, on a bench, i watch. The sandy feet of the children. Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces. You see the sign, its on the road But i think youre crazy You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief As i easily get inner contact with myself, I notice distress grabbing for my throat. It is time to reach out. To find something that isnt there, You see the signs, theyre on the road But i think its crazy You are, you are the sign Of my unrelief
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 03:14:08 +0000

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