2005

Back when pots were freshly stewing; Hoping for a beggars feast at a place we all were viewing. Fairytales with lovers leap a woman’s flowing hair Flowers written for a love asking love me if you dare. We gave our words and pledged our heart’s; We cried for those who hid behind the hedge. We built ourselves a special place with murals in the park; And I will always know this place it’s a road that’s cut and marked