Q-R-X

I can't say anything,

because my heart is on its frenzy.

Is it not it funny how one asks for things and things and things and realize that they're not happy or joyful or cheerful? Is it funny or is it sad? Can you laugh or does this make you cry?

I ask myself often, where can I relive my memories? There were sunny days in winters, sunny days in summer. I look everywhere, but they only live in my head. My memories are dead. The one thing not dead is the only thing I am avoiding. Can I avoid it any longer? Will it haunt me forever? Maybe...it will break my consience, the thing that I hold so dear. Maybe this is good, maybe it's intentions are pure.

1-2-3-4, how do I say more?

Q-R-X, what do I say next?

Love me God,

and help me love you.

away

Get back to my roots, soak up in the place you were before

you're not lost,

you're away

la - la - la -la - la

you're not lost, you're away

take that rabbit trail back, babe

take those crumbs back, stuff them into your pocket

set your eyes on that prize

soak up the sun, get back to the place you came from

you're hearts back there

la - la - la - la - la

this ain't the end of the pit,

it's dark before it gets light

and His smile is the light

get back to your smile, babe

don't be sad, you're not lost

you're just away

plums tree treat

it's that time again,

where I come out and laugh again,

where I come out and smell the roses,

when I come out and take the new spring air

plum tree treats