Many a night I wonder here
Speaking to the gloom
Wondering of many things
Right beneath the moon.
I never thought of taking
Walks into the dark
I never thought of lurking
deep within the park.
I sit and wonder quietly
Right here in the dark.
What you may ask about
Why would you ask?
That is my quite simple thing
That is just my task.
You may not know what I do
You may not know that talk
But there is just a little thing
That is more then just a walk.
It seems that life has passed us by
Nights that just seem to fly right by
But when you look upon the nights sky
do you really want to say good bye?
Many a tale comes and goes,
just as the moonlight glows.
It happens like clockwork every night,
each night having it's own plight.
Many a night has puzzled
Even the greatest mind.
Better or worse it happens
Spindling out in time.
Like night and day
Day and night falls
Just like the many lives
That times has under walls.
 Flash-McCloud · Fri Aug 05, 2005 @ 04:16am · 1 Comments |
