Conversations with the air Carts with wobbly wheels Things no one wants to steal Sun wind and rain its all the same Bound by chains they didn’t make Loneliness that they can’t shake Can you see them out there From our perch in here We’re all hoping it will work out
Scribbling lines under a street light Verses, curses, wishes and dreams A long walk down a dead-end street She’s hurrying with nowhere to go Memories at the bottom of her pack Strings and things - timeless treasures A stranger’s coins in a tattered hat The sun, rain and pain its all the same Scribbling lines under a street light Verses, curses, wishes and dreams
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