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I am sitting on a rotten, wooden bench

Buses and cars pass me by like

The leaves and weeds at my feet

Only a pebble in my journey

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

This bench so worn with time

Oh where has it gone?

No one to turn to no one to call

Just these leaves roaring in from fall

My only companion

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

Friendship is the sun’s vibrant rays

As the clocks are striking the hour

And the moon rises over the city

Behind that dark church tower

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

You helped me through anger,

You’ve chased away fears.

You held me through sadness,

And kissed away tears

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

You stayed by my side

when the world turned away.

You helped me see joy

when the skies were all gray.

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

I’ll pull you out

When life pulls you under

I’ll be the sun

When there’s lightning and thunder.

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

And as I gazed upon the wooden piers

And heard his tranquil cheers

A flood of thoughts swept over me

That filled my eyes with tears.

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

His name is Adam

I love him

But I keep waiting on this path

As the whispering wind blows

 

- by Alex

I am riding a cold, wobbly bike

The kind my father rode

I don’t know where I am going

Where I have been?

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

 

My breath whistles past. Louder,

louder. Its cold smoke on my face

My only companion

A Dog’s barks pierce through this peace

Only a pebble in my journey

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

 

Her voice so sweet and smooth echoes

within my mind

My old house by the willows

Stood silent in the shade,

And on the graveled pathway

The light and shadow danced

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

 

I saw the yard

Wide open to the air;

But her face was no longer there.

I was standing by the door;

And I looked for my little friend,

Who would return no more.

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

She walked not under the willows,

She played not in the hall;

But shadow, silence, and sadness

hang over all.

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

 

The birds cawed in the branches,

With sweet, unknown tone;

But her voice will be heardIn my dreams alone!

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

My thoughts jumping, my soul racing

To whom can I turn,

whose voice can I call?I’m scared.

Not of some unknown villain.

Hiding behind my bedroom door.

Oh how I yearn for that to be the truth!

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

 

I see her bright reflection

In the paths under me,

Like a tear drop falling

And sinking into the sea.

But now it has fallen from me,

It is buried in the sea;

And only the sadness of others

Throws its shadow over me.

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road

 

Her name is Amy

I love her

But I keep pedaling past the leaves and

weeds of this rotten, rugged road   

 

- by Alex

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