Not the first time…
It is not the first time
I’ve felt that smell before
Passing by my block
A long time ago
before I was able
I was able to talk
I see you standing there
letting them adore you
alluring the ones
who doesn’t care
to explore your secrets
in the same street
in the same alley
asking if this time
Would it be different ?
I’ve see you standing there
Have you noticed you ?
For how long have you been there
On that same gas station
waiting for the royal ride ?
It’s not easy to stand
when the snow makes slippery floor
waiting for the sun
waiting for the sun.
to wash the dreams
no one sees
repeating everyday
this one will be
this one will be
the day dreams came thru
dreams no one is chasing for
It’s not easy to stay
having nothing to believe
when the street is the only road
where you feel at ease
to fall
to winter
to spring
to hold on.
Can you see yourself ?
still waiting for that minute
when you are a part of me
when the moonlight
casts dreams to life
But, where are you ?
waiting in the same street
for the snow to melt
for the snow to
for the snow to
for the dreams came to
true thru too through
Dreams nobody is chasing for.
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