I never had cried 'til that Forth of July, when you held my hand during that part That part of the poem, read by the poet, mixing the water with wine In our hearts we did know it, but we were all scared to show it, scared that someone might find That we truly did care, but none of us dared, for it was surely just a sign of the times
You were watching me to see if my tears would subside I was begging you to not let my life pass me by
The crowd was a-hush as he let go of his crutch and stood plainly for the world to see That we were not made to mind and behave, from conception we were meant to be free And he reached out his hand, and the crowd it did stand, and cheered him on through the night I looked at you, with our looks we both knew that something was beginning to feel right
You were whispering "Let us go and make friends" I was begging you to not let me fall this far again
Now the poet came down from his place off the ground, and he walked amongst us and kneeled By the foot of our chair, where he fell down right there, and once we both were healed The crowd was amazed, you and I sat dazed as he ascended back to the stage The crowd was a-roar, he began to read as before, skipping to the very last page
You were watching me to see if I would move from there I was telling you that never again would I care
Now all this came to an end as the poet was spent, the carnival men put him back in his cage They load him onto the train with the monkeys and magicians, and the people migrated back to their days You and I needed to say goodbye so we came up to where he sat alone
We said "Please tell us sir what happened today" He said "It was all just part of the show"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
