city streets..
there's a girl, early morning birdstrolling down the city street
welcoming every day, full with hope
maybe today, he will see me
she don't have to say with words
the young girl cannot conceal it
that was then, now years later
not as early, more sedate
still, there is a resemblence
now and then, have you wonder
her story, how it unfolded
anything the way she once thought
..it
soon daughter, like mother
strolling down the city street
welcoming the the ebb and floo
shifting ages, shifting faces
street seen them come and go
joy, laughter, tears, sorrow
..fo' ages
~~~
strange fruit hanging
....around
the street today
just me, maybe....
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What to say , different
There was this girl - T.- that left, and she wrote: "wonder if the streets remember them ?".
The staff deleted her comments, but I remember that one. Yeah, I think the streets may remember. Been troubled by all this, have not played anything, have not touched a computer, .. I had no idea what was going to happen, but still - I had a sense of it. How is such possible ? No answer, and that tear me apart.