Dreams of a Slovenian Girl

DREAMS OF A SLOVENIAN GIRL SLOVENIA -- 1999 Can you tell me where my friends have gone? I've so many things I have to share of rock guitar, and building on a dream that hides away somewhere. Can you tell me where they took my friends? I know I heard some shots that day it is the sound that never ends, here in my mind, it's there to stay. Can you tell me what that smoke might be, over the hill where I used to live? It looks like hope removed from me does life not have some more to give? Can you tell me where my youth has gone? I would fall in love, if only I could, but seeing life, as life goes on, I wonder if I ever should. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet