It will be back,
on a bright summer afternoon
and the birds will be singing their love out loud
and the children will be laughing till their tummies hurt
and the smile on their faces will be worth a thousand lashes
Hold on
to the dream you recreate every night
the hope which is introduced you to every morn,
just a little longer
soon it wont be dark no more
so while you sit on the stones outside
cry not for what is now
day-dream of what has been forseen
Living
Breathing
Loving
Once again like before
no more shattered pieces of faith on the floor
no more nausea from the constant spinning of the earth
Just you and me.
-Al
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