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Winter Grass (2006)

“Winter Grass”


There is a thorn beneath my skin
Let the paying part begin
To remove what you put in
A thorn beneath my skin.

I hurt you so you hurt me
Little children and vanity
But all that hurt don’t come for free
I hurt you so you hurt me.

First come, first serve
First the need and then the nerve
From now, now on
The last time is gone
The last time is gone.

Winter grass and summer snow
Some talk lasts and some talk don’t
Some friends fade and some friends show
Winter grass and summer snow.

The window shrinks but not the pane
The pictures inside remain.

There is a warmth upon my skin
Let the healing part begin
To ignite what lies within
The warmth upon my skin.

© Gerry Wall | Canada |