city streets--scrape to survive the nights
do your best to sidestep their fights.
i find them now--above all else--
the words hidden in your little self
compose the greatest of fables.
we speak words when we are able
in the quiet of the evening
and the coolness of the dark
we can hear the children singing
now they imitate the lark
i've used different words
to tell the same old story
i tilt my head to the ground
to keep you free of worry
you've meant so much to me.
you mean so much to me.
i can only hope
to mean so much to you.
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