For Any Person, Place or Thing

In the endless spell of dreams I know so well

Feels like my trouble’s coming home

And the leaves torn off the trees are tumbling down

All I’m saying is I’m not ready.

And all but the strongest die.

Everyone says on the surface things look fine

But our lives are borrowed

If I hadn’t grown with you

Snow covers over

And all but the strongest die.

In the twilight years life takes a bend

Nothing makes you think

Time gives and time takes away

Ask any mirror.

Ask any mirror.

We run our race in an hourglass in space

I see no sense in all this crying and grieving

The frost has come and kissed all the leaves to sleep forever

Love hold onto my hand

All but the strongest die.

All but the strongest die.

Scupper ©2009  Response to Stetson Open Call

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