the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
when the clock strikes 7 a moan escapes
a chorus of tired noises fill the air
but when the clock strikes 7
its when things start to change
and common sense no longer confines us to our chairs
its a time when people unite
due to their weariness and tired feet
its when people go a little berserk and set their emotions free
its when i see a little good and fun in a little of everyone
like when we behave like little kids, kicking confetti in the air
like rowdy horses, galloping upon the plains
its a time where little things happen which make me smile
like when i walk pass and you acknowledge me
and like when i wave and you say hello
when the clock strikes 7, thats when magic fills the air
words spilled @ 10:33 PM /
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