Harper Simon
The Audit
Dear oneWhat have you doneThose waxen wings melt in the sunWhere have you goneWhat are you running fromYou gave it awayYou slept through the daySometimes we all break downWhen thre;s no friends aroundYou see yourselfIn photographs of winters pastRemembering the daysIn your hometownDreams, impossible dreamsThose moving picturesFrom scripts that are scripturesTo those who believeIn those magazinesYou think they would knowYou reap what you sowSome days we all are blessedWe sing the world to restUntil the moon shines throughThe broken window paneAnd calls you back again
From Letras Mania