Unzipped Lips

Written by: Tom Larrow

Watching my grand-children run and play 
It makes the mind wander, back to the day 
Such a joy to see things as fresh and new 
When you could imagine, a splendid view 

The joy to smell the scent of fresh mowed hay 
Watching my grand-children run and play 
Watching birds as they stop, look and fly away 
Dream of floating in clouds, on this glorious day 

You say it's a waste of time, it won't pay the rent 
Or is that our excuse as we increase our debt 
Watching my grand-children run and play 
It seems the older we get, the faster we stray 

We borrowed this land from our grand-children you see 
Will we leave children a lush garden or a dead sea
Have we crippled their spirit, with a world in disarray 
Watching my grand-children run and play