When they steer at me from behind that tree
I know they think of what they see...
Buried in words and
the imaginary left unspoken...
There is no light,
a sight surprising to little me...
Ahead up in the horizon
The sun woke up...
Have you ever had the feeling?
Of a thousand voices screaming right at you...
A shouting voice,
a closing door...
She walks in and picks up the journal only half...
She studies the bright pink and orange on the...
Timid children we chase our selves
each other's last image of mystery...
Dad see what you did ??
you torn me down...
All this time has passed but still those memories...
They come back screeching when they are least...
I looked around searching for someone
But nothing except the frowning walls were staring...
Whimpering tears that role down my face
Every thought of you is such disgrace...