What are the thoughts you're hiding
behind those stoney eyes?
What dreams have you whispered
to the million passers-by?
What happiness will ever find you
if you always stay so cold?
What trouble will befall you
if you never break your mould?
What substance will you treasure
if there is nothing there to find?
What stolen moments would you have
if I could see into your mind?
What life is this that has you jailed?
what sculptors tool won't speak?
Did he realise that he was strong
but he has left you weak?
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
What are the thoughts you're hiding
behind those stoney eyes?
What dreams have you whispered
to the million passers-by?
What happiness will ever find you
if you always stay so cold?
What trouble will befall you
if you never break your mould?
What substance will you treasure
if there is nothing there to find?
What stolen moments would you have
if I could see into your mind?
What life is this that has you jailed?
what sculptors tool won't speak?
Did he realise that he was strong
but he has left you weak?
© Glynis Kearney 2000
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