Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Tea Party

Drops are falling
I can't tell if they are tears or rain
It's been cloudy
But that isn't new

Inside the house spirits are falling
But all the heads are held high
I guess we all still have our pride

Drops fall
Life continues
And I'm the only one left

Tell me a new story
This is getting old
'Cause inside the house
they're still playing dress-up
But the tea is almost gone

Drops fall
Representing more than they are
Reminding me of souls still shut up
Coming outside requires too much
So they just play pretend

Tears and rain pound on the door
Land on deaf ears
Slide to the floor, forgotten

Life
Still falling

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good post.