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Two friends left and I remain a prisioner to my memories. Two diffen't people, diffen't times but I remain alone. They took my heart and I longed for theirs now I do not love - I will remain alone. One was my mainstay, daring and kind; no one eles friend yet I remained his. One was my prince, kindred at heart; angry at many friends yet I remained his. First was a leader minus a following; second a leader also, bitter at his demise. Gone are the days of our innocent fun- we can never return - I shall remain alone. Two diffen't people, diffen't times. Me, a prisoner to my memories. I was their friend. Yet I remain alone. Softly, softly swayed the breeze as it tossed the cherry trees. The elder ones held firm and fast; the younger I was sure would not last. But had the breeze not pushed the smaller they would not have been so strong when taller. What happened to the boy I grew up with? Has he gone away? Or is he hiding inside, Frightened to come out and play? We grew up at the bottom of a well, Now we are part way up. Actions not clearly in the light, but undefined, shadows in the night. He was the bad boy yet sweet, there from the first day. Testing the limits, Not going to far, Reputation not quite marred. His actions are brought to light. A surprise a continuing pattern Will he ever again be sweet? With him I can reminisce, though, he is the first of our class to kiss He almost scares me now, His jokes and manners crass, Yet I still believe he's hiding the old sweetness packaged inside, For 'twas once Jykell, now Hyde. What happened to the boy I grew up with? Has he gone away? I miss him. When did he go astray? I�ve given my heart to this territory. Not to a name Not to a place Not to a person. I�ve given my heat to this territory. I see the flower next to the mailbox There it is (Swoosh, the car goes by) I�ve given my heart to this territory. I do see it in the wind I do see it in the trees I do see it in this place I�ve given my heart to this territory no longer just a mountain no longer just a tree no longer just a rock. I see my heart in this territory. When the roses were in bloom, you promised me this friendship: If my heart was breaking, you would comfort me. You would hold my hand if ever need be. You would give me a hug in the darkness- I would accept it as no more. Yesterday, the last petal fell and I have come to collect- Are you still there? As I turn my back on the cruel, cruel world, I close my eyes to the UV rays. I lay in silence my head on the ground; exhausted and worn resting from my toil. The earth is silent, peaceful, serene; only sounds are reckless teens and falling snow I get up to start again rested by my repose and face the world once more to enjoy another day. |
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