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Child says she, watching from above
Mummy says he, crying from the floor of matted lies
Child, why cry? Feel the wind on the cheek, feel the sky open up above you, feel the cold touch of winter caress the eyes. Feel alive.
Mummy, says he, for he is lost, and dosen't know where to go, and all we can wonder is if he can find, a point to go back on.
He knows the point.
Mummy! he cries, a little louder, and he begins to walk, slowly, ever so slowly. Mum!
Child, hush. The noise is disturbing the balance. Just be quiet under the stars and let the trees sway to their own dance. Just be still, and think, just think, think, think, think.
Mummy! He begins to whimper, and runs, down the icy roads, slips, falls, wails in torutured coolness, icy hot gashes gently touching his skin. He gets up.
Here child! Come! You must know that your mother isn't here! Shes away, away, away, just be still, and let everything be alright. I'm sorry dear, says she, but your mother has gone.
Mummy! Mummy where are you? MUMMY! He screams out, as he reaches a gate, to find a frost bitten field break through frozen water, falling from the only warmth, the melting eyes. Mummy!
Shes gone boy! Everything will be alright! Just be still, sit down, and be good.
Mummy!
He knows the point. Mum!
Mummy!
Mummy!
He runs, and looks. He knows. But. He can't be still, can't be quiet, can't be known, can't be heard, can't be loved. Loved. Love. Loved. Can't be
Mummy!
MUMMY!
Mummy says he, crying from the floor of matted lies
Child, why cry? Feel the wind on the cheek, feel the sky open up above you, feel the cold touch of winter caress the eyes. Feel alive.
Mummy, says he, for he is lost, and dosen't know where to go, and all we can wonder is if he can find, a point to go back on.
He knows the point.
Mummy! he cries, a little louder, and he begins to walk, slowly, ever so slowly. Mum!
Child, hush. The noise is disturbing the balance. Just be quiet under the stars and let the trees sway to their own dance. Just be still, and think, just think, think, think, think.
Mummy! He begins to whimper, and runs, down the icy roads, slips, falls, wails in torutured coolness, icy hot gashes gently touching his skin. He gets up.
Here child! Come! You must know that your mother isn't here! Shes away, away, away, just be still, and let everything be alright. I'm sorry dear, says she, but your mother has gone.
Mummy! Mummy where are you? MUMMY! He screams out, as he reaches a gate, to find a frost bitten field break through frozen water, falling from the only warmth, the melting eyes. Mummy!
Shes gone boy! Everything will be alright! Just be still, sit down, and be good.
Mummy!
He knows the point. Mum!
Mummy!
Mummy!
He runs, and looks. He knows. But. He can't be still, can't be quiet, can't be known, can't be heard, can't be loved. Loved. Love. Loved. Can't be
Mummy!
MUMMY!
Cheers.
:)
:)
Er......I'm not sure. Just whats tucked away in my obscure and oddly filled brain I suppose.
;)
;)
Child says she, watching from above
Mummy says he, crying from the floor of matted lies
Child, why cry? Feel the wind on the cheek, feel the sky open up above you, feel the cold touch of winter caress the eyes. Feel alive.
Mummy, says he, for he is lost, and dosen't know where to go, and all we can wonder is if he can find, a point to go back on.
He knows the point.
Mummy! he cries, a little louder, and he begins to walk, slowly, ever so slowly. Mum!
Child, hush. The noise is disturbing the balance. Just be quiet under the stars and let the trees sway to their own dance. Just be still, and think, just think, think, think, think.
Mummy! He begins to whimper, and runs, down the icy roads, slips, falls, wails in torutured coolness, icy hot gashes gently touching his skin. He gets up.
Here child! Come! You must know that your mother isn't here! Shes away, away, away, just be still, and let everything be alright. I'm sorry dear, says she, but your mother has gone.
Mummy! Mummy where are you? MUMMY! He screams out, as he reaches a gate, to find a frost bitten field break through frozen water, falling from the only warmth, the melting eyes. Mummy!
Shes gone boy! Everything will be alright! Just be still, sit down, and be good.
Mummy!
He knows the point. Mum!
Mummy!
Mummy!
He runs, and looks. He knows. But. He can't be still, can't be quiet, can't be known, can't be heard, can't be loved. Loved. Love. Loved. Can't be
Mummy!
MUMMY!
Mummy says he, crying from the floor of matted lies
Child, why cry? Feel the wind on the cheek, feel the sky open up above you, feel the cold touch of winter caress the eyes. Feel alive.
Mummy, says he, for he is lost, and dosen't know where to go, and all we can wonder is if he can find, a point to go back on.
He knows the point.
Mummy! he cries, a little louder, and he begins to walk, slowly, ever so slowly. Mum!
Child, hush. The noise is disturbing the balance. Just be quiet under the stars and let the trees sway to their own dance. Just be still, and think, just think, think, think, think.
Mummy! He begins to whimper, and runs, down the icy roads, slips, falls, wails in torutured coolness, icy hot gashes gently touching his skin. He gets up.
Here child! Come! You must know that your mother isn't here! Shes away, away, away, just be still, and let everything be alright. I'm sorry dear, says she, but your mother has gone.
Mummy! Mummy where are you? MUMMY! He screams out, as he reaches a gate, to find a frost bitten field break through frozen water, falling from the only warmth, the melting eyes. Mummy!
Shes gone boy! Everything will be alright! Just be still, sit down, and be good.
Mummy!
He knows the point. Mum!
Mummy!
Mummy!
He runs, and looks. He knows. But. He can't be still, can't be quiet, can't be known, can't be heard, can't be loved. Loved. Love. Loved. Can't be
Mummy!
MUMMY!