BELLOWS IN THE WILLOWS
Paul Thomas
It turned out so different, as if we had plans
The keeper of time, has cynical hands
He holds us to ransom, high noon is ahead
Who remembers the faces, of passion they bed.
The makeup on pillows, and love neath the willows
The 60 proof cask, and the questions unmasked
The maybes of could be, that would be the bellows
And those that stopped so close, they're forever aghast.
And those that craved blindly, and in darkness did see
Those that burst seams, and believed in their dreams
Were those that were destined, to always be free
They were simple at heart, like you and me.
