As I slowly wipe stars from
my forehead
with my left hand,
and tears from
my eyes
with my right hand,
i can see your POMES
and my POMES
and all the other wonderous POMES
all together
l y i n g
motionless in a pool of water
next to a
beautiful yellow-brilled
L
O
N
G
N
E
C
K
E
D
crane
There they are silently waiting
for a cry from one who needs
a memory, a cry from one who
needs help, from one who
needs love, a cry for freedom!!!!
There, they are patiently waiting
to be touched again.
Our POMES are nothing more
than dangling electric wires,
wanting to be touched again
and
again
and again.
Soflead
my forehead
with my left hand,
and tears from
my eyes
with my right hand,
i can see your POMES
and my POMES
and all the other wonderous POMES
all together
l y i n g
motionless in a pool of water
next to a
beautiful yellow-brilled
L
O
N
G
N
E
C
K
E
D
crane
There they are silently waiting
for a cry from one who needs
a memory, a cry from one who
needs help, from one who
needs love, a cry for freedom!!!!
There, they are patiently waiting
to be touched again.
Our POMES are nothing more
than dangling electric wires,
wanting to be touched again
and
again
and again.
Soflead