Pile of Rocks
sit here,
on a pile of rocks
picking out my thoughts
one by one
watching days go by
by the ton
sat here,
with you
not sure
if you really know me
or anyone really would
if i could move the pain
if only i could
sat here,
on the bank
a liaison with destiny
may wait somewhere
as i watch the fallen
sometimes it is hard to care
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James Garratt – Wednesday 28th July 2004
Pile of Old Rocks – Written Wednesday 28th July 2004 (Aged 29)
