Thursday, May 05, 2005

Tales

Finding your way
Lost on a sleigh
Snow was never this white
Houses flash by
None catch your eye
You have to be home tonight

The harder you try
The more you deny
It seems your lungs are breathing ice
It seems your running into circles
Pay attention boy
It's not as if you're superman
It's not as if you fly
Atleast not any more.

The grass pushing through
Sky sunny and blue
You'd think that things are bound to change
But springs still miles away
Beneath the snowbanks
Your feet are chilled with winter's touch
If only you could escape its grasp
You'd be home soon.

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