As usual, she shined as we sat down.
“I don’t know if things will work out”
“it’s just not fair on you”
It was almost dark now.
“I don’t want you to get hurt”
I think back to the start of the conversation. I wonder if she knows, she’ll never be that pretty again.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Why wait until the end of the tunnel?
You can make your own light, wherever you stand.
The sun has long disappeared behind the stage
I'm inspired and sweaty and feeling my age
The amplifiers still ringing in my ears
The smell of the Tagus draws in and I take my tired frame up winding streets
The cafés are open. Piano music. Shoes on cobbles providing the beat
Sat silently listening to the late urban shuffle, people appear from narrow openings between tired, tiled buildings
Are the up late, are they up early?
It's been a long day. A day of fleeting smiles.
I think of you, and there's one more.
This one lasts.
I used to be afraid of the unknown
Until I was taught to see
It's me that is unknown
And these people are afraid of me
"So tell me, what did you wish for?"
"For my life to go on without you"
"Fine" she said "I'll head for the door"
"But if I've told you, then it can't come true"
Be flat, see sharp. A minor or a G?
Turn up the tunes when the world lampoons
The notes are there for you to see.
No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else