Volumes
By Kiah
Play it at volumes low Then we can forget to know Innocence now so far gone Lighted days will carry on Say it won’t go I want to know Where the water goes Wear from water shows Say you don’t know The love we can’t hold Say it ain’t so Be my Joe Di’Maggio Hope you won’t go Though the day is slow Say it ain’t right That we fight For the hearts tender slice Our flowing insight Growing within the blight Showing in the spite Turned pages of endless volumes I hear these years consumed Tell me it’s not forgotten Time is sweet, all too often Time is fleeting and memories soften Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 12:11 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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