the time on my clock it read 1:42 and i was lying in bed just thinking of you your scent in my head was lingering on your memories fresh though you may have gone
"a feather in my cap please sir," i told my teacher bold and true "for such an accolade," he said "i must see the work you do" "this praise i seek," i said "is not for work ive done
the sun is shining, and it is still winter the roads are so hot they are starting to splinter yet a few miles away, theres a snow covered cap just dont "wonder" too far, youll fall off the map
i saw a tall tree felled, and straight after that another seeing a man shot and killed right before his brother i have been watching this scene for many a day
when im feeling sad and blue and my heart feels out of tune i wish sweet angels would take me flying round the moon across the sky so black, viewed only by the stars
