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| Darker Times Feeling Wrong Not Again! Rain Falls Questions Warmer Climes Think About It Storytelling Outside Influences |
Swirling masses of color, of sound I cannot stand it when there's so much around The people press, and crush, push me to the ground I cannot cry out, I can't make a sound No one has noticed I'm no longer there, No one can really, no one seems to care I can't get up, it's all a big scare Still, standing on me, they are all there A hand hits my shoulder, and lifts me up high I look into eyes as blue as the sky He holds me closer, his arm at my side I can hardly believe it, I must be high He shakes his head, softly, as if he heard He carried me out, without a word I feel like I'm flying, a strange sort of bird And he says something to me, I'm not sure I heard Say that again? I ask, not believing I thought he was joking, that soon he'd be leaving He smiled at me, said it, repeating Over and over, so I'd be believing May 1992 |