oh, never mind...I'm writing...singing...
A little dirt bridge
Through this river of mine
A little dark river that
makes the sky light
A quiet winding current
Through rustleless grass
Makes the world rich
We've lived past the past
The animals here
Don't tell me bout you
You made this place speak
Alive just like you
All else that moves
Is just passing by
Where you left
I stand but don't cry
The name that you gave
still covers my head
I watch and wash away
the dirt from my bed
I make it on the bridge
And when it's all gone
There be no one else here
but a singer-less song, that
Floats, in the creek,
Floats, in the creek
It holds, all my life
That the bridge gave me,
From you.
...and now Vicky's here...=P so bye for now!
How do you just write these things Ko!
ReplyDeleteThe name that You gave me still covers my head - I like that.