the air is warm
i hear the wind and the trees
i know i'm there, but i'll never be
the wind is soft tonight, the tide is low
and i know the way
(i never felt better now)
sometimes life, it moves too slow
slows to a crawl, and then the poetry is lost
and without speed, hope becomes certainty
and for once i'm certain
(i never felt better now)
a garden is it's own perfect world
where everything has a place
every leaf, every stone, every speck of dirt
but where's my place?
i even tried to get arrested today
but everyone looked the other way
i count the hours, and i count the days
but for once i'm certain
don't want your help
don't need your help
helpless
you found a way to make me say
help me please someone
the water's clear
i see that it's full of dimes
for every wish, i wonder why
why all i want is something beautiful
a place to rest
(i never felt better now) |