You Matter to Me – Wednesday 3rd November 1998

You Matter to Me

you matter to me
wrapped in gold
protected from the cold
i have made only one mistake
i have grown old
become an old fool
feeling so comfortable
fashion does not affect me
popularity does not elect me
you matter to me
you matter the most
in the mornings
of a changing day
living off memories
that will not go away
you always drift past
wrapped in sunlight
reflecting my wishes
you matter to me
that is always the way
and the way things seem to be



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James Garratt – Wednesday 3rd November 1998