riches and rags
and boxes and bags
i'm sitting here all alone
a hand full of keys
with dirt on my knees
i have no idea who's on the phone
a little girl's smile
i've run too many miles
there's a gate i haven't walked through
there's a sunset above
and i believe in love
what do i need that i can't get from you?
A.R.M.
04/19/02
No comments:
Post a Comment