Sunday, 21 September 2008

Six.

Lonely Together

 

There’s a little girl

She sits alone

Waiting for someone

To come home.

She doesn’t know

When she’ll get fed

So she sings her

Songs in her head.

 

Then she falls into sleep

Waiting for a better day to come…

 

There’s an old man

He sits alone

Knowing he can’t

Go back home

He can’t remember

Yesterday

But the old songs

Are still in his head.

 

Then he falls into sleep

Knowing the better days are gone…

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