Canyon Country, CA
The sun shines brightly most everyday
as I walk in the park and watch the children play.
But yesterday, as I walked away
an unhappy feeling came my way to stay.
A young woman was sitting on a park bench alone.
You could tell that she had nowhere to call home.
Each day she was there as Autumn leaves fell
by her appearance I could tell she wasn't doing too well
I saw through my eyes, she was feeble and slight
and she sat there alone; on a park bench she sighed
As the days grew shorter and winter fiercly arrived
I wonder if this woman would be able to survive
The loneliness was evident in the woman's somber eyes
I gave her my lunch; on a park bench she cried
The winter was long and the cold winds blew
As I walked in the park, in my heart I just knew
The woman who lived here had closed her ashen eyes
she went to sleep; on a park bench she died
Spring has finally arrived the children are playing
the skies have turned blue and the trees are swaying
As I stop at the bench I remember her eyes
the tears they just fall; on a park bench I cried
~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~