04-15-2016, 01:04 AM
When there’s no gray left
We spent hours talking about life;
Mapping tomorrow
Over board games and endless winters.
Summers spent fishing on the dock;
Playing in the creek at the park.
Little did we know that we’d battle in vein
Against forces referred to as keep away.
Once upon us we gave them a fierce kick in the ass
But they drew a parental line, deep as a river, between us.
Every bridge we built collapsed like sand;
Every road dead ended.
Navigation fogged or faded into arcane corners of our lives
So we called a truce with an open ended good bye.
December marks the 40th anniversary of our finality
We spent hours talking about life;
Mapping tomorrow
Over board games and endless winters.
Summers spent fishing on the dock;
Playing in the creek at the park.
Little did we know that we’d battle in vein
Against forces referred to as keep away.
Once upon us we gave them a fierce kick in the ass
But they drew a parental line, deep as a river, between us.
Every bridge we built collapsed like sand;
Every road dead ended.
Navigation fogged or faded into arcane corners of our lives
So we called a truce with an open ended good bye.
December marks the 40th anniversary of our finality
In your own, each bone comes alive
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)
the skeleton jangles in its perfunctory sleeve....
(Chris Martin)