Down At Swan Lake
Down at Swan Lake
Where the grass is overgrown
And you swear there are bodies
Buried deep beneath the dry earth
That is where you’ll find me
And I have been sitting here for far too long
On a bridge made of bricks
Dedicated to someone important
And God only knows who
Well, I ran away and ended up here
Like I always do
Alone
My only companions are my own thoughts
And the rustle of dead leaves in the howling wind
Copyright © Ashley Daly | Year Posted 2006
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