gardens of sand
In my eyes I can hear the band Playing the song of my tears My home is no longer secure by white sand It is tormented by the fire Into my heart do you sink Lighting my every desire No longer will I think of your touch Or remember my lost garden I miss it so much For now I will keep my life in a pocket full of yellow Like a picture perfect knife I will not remain so mellowPlease read and comment. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 08:08 AM PST, Kelli Miller 18 • 0 • 8
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"In my eyes I can hear the band..."