Sittin on the street
Crowds all round
Flashing lights n smiles
Ready to raise a toast
It's lonely here
With everyone else
But you
I was born without you
I will die without you
I knew you but for a short time
And you became my world
One more way to live
One less way to die
I've moved beyond your reach
And joined the party tonight
Sitting on the street
Crowds all around
I begin to hear the music
And see the lights
All around
2 comments:
I really like The imagery of the black crows as judges. Picturing them gathering on a wire, sitting there...judging, then flying away... How appropriate.
Oops that comment was supposed to with January's first post.
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