OC
11-18-2001, 10:04 PM
Joy
We get older and older
You might think we earn a bond, but no
What is important is relative
and so not always understood
Your eyes gloss over as I tell you of a discovery
You do not see so the joy is my own
But for lonely joy
I do not understand such a thing
Joy and solitude
Joy and solitude
Such hated bedfellows
We get older and older
You might think we earn a bond, but no
What is important is relative
and so not always understood
Your eyes gloss over as I tell you of a discovery
You do not see so the joy is my own
But for lonely joy
I do not understand such a thing
Joy and solitude
Joy and solitude
Such hated bedfellows