A big man. All bristles and bear hugs.
Again and again, he’d ascend from the dark.
I’m the tears that run down your cheekstasting bitter sweet
She steps off the trainonto the warm platformin the seaside station
Maybe I’ll walk like I’m ten feet tallsee over crowdsscale the highest of walls
At times, inescapable.
He spoke of the people and their plight
I didn’t like myself that day