Perched On Ice
waiting for you,
i am perched on ice
on the rocks
a little vodka would be nice
waiting for you,
in the garden
by the bell tower
in town,
with the flowers
i am perched on ice
falling off is too easy
it’s like riding a bike
people won’t stop and stare
waiting for you,
caught between dreams and reality
bleakness and sanity
waiting for you,
i am perched on ice
James Garratt – Friday 6th July 2001
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Perched On Ice – Written Friday 6th July 2001 (Aged 26)
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