Two island swans
They mated for life
And his faithful heart
Would not consider any other wife
With three years of peaceful joy
With the rushes of the pond
Proud and gentle was the love
Of the last two island swans.
There love was like a circle
With no beginning and no end
With his lady by his side
A treasure and best friend
And the pond was oh so peaceful
And the rising of the sun
Young and free as theisland breeze
Their lives had just begun
Till a dark day in November
With the seering cold that starts
Stalked the hunter wit
This is Going Nowhere
I'm wondering around what used to be
downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old,
I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound
of everyone I've known and all the people I've seen get up and go.
And there's nothing left to say when I look at friends and see how they've changed.
I kinda wish that it was years ago.
It's another missed connection,
another friend headed in the right direction?
Maybe it's the wrong one and when it's all said and done,
I don't think anybody knows and it goes to show that I'm lost at the edge of 18,
keep losing track of what seems to have been 5 mintues ago