Thursday, July 28, 2011

Redeem

Leaves rustle
Windy afternoon
Surfing the heat wave
pushing east
stealing
thieving feelings
Tolerate the broken dreams
You can't get it back
but soon baby Jack
Will heal what ever is cracked
Still alive
I burn like a short fuse
as the city blacks out
And we dance to a summer cricket song
Forgetting all that went wrong

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