28 Nov 2001 1 Comment
deep inside my pocket
there is sorrow
there is pain
but somewhere deep within
there must’ve been a seed of hope
for my pocket is now bursting
with flowers, purple and gold
they spill out o’er the top
like waterfalls from rocks
after a spring rain
but deep inside my pocket
there is sorrow,
there is pain
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