I'll Try To Sing A Happy Song, A Happy Game...
There are ways to live
Each with a way to die
The inbetween satisfied
We were left on the window pane
Just me and the weather that came
What happens to fire
In the pouring rain
It hears as the wind
It roars
Can you look in my eyes
And say my name
Each with a way to die
The inbetween satisfied
We were left on the window pane
Just me and the weather that came
What happens to fire
In the pouring rain
It hears as the wind
It roars
Can you look in my eyes
And say my name
7 Comments:
I find that the happiest songs involve a lot of whistling.
me too... something reminicent of Grease maybe...
I didn't hear anything .... hmmm...
I heard tumble-weed...
kinda dried up and raspy.. yeh maybe..
Y'all getting a bit spaghetti western here!
I hear popcorn and sausage-- I guess it has to do with crackling-- wet fire and need to mix breakfast with a movie-- maybe I just need sleep
On another note-- pretty poem and great pics as always
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