I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Little Song
Because, sometimes you need a little song.
My soul writes me My soul plays me My soul sings me So I'll sing this little song for you Oh sing a little song for me And I'll this little song for you
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