Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Mourn not at the loss of love, for another one will come around to hold your tender feathers together, creating new wings for you to fly high...
you have written a heart-felt poem, here.
My best regards to you,
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall