I am me and you are you You can be me and I can’t be you I can move so can you? We are two different being me and you I don’t think I like it if we were all the same
A weeping willow tree cries And rock shatter into a thousand pieces And I cry I see the cloud they look so grey I see an old man walking along I look into his eyes as I pass by
I write the words and what do I find Screens in my mind Of people singing and dancing and laughing Or people crying and saying oh go away that what I see in my mind when the words are at play