The young ones are calling
They long for you to play.
Come Pied piper,
Come take them away.
Yet be kind Mr.piper,
Their minds are like clay.
Please mould them right;
They break, if you do it the wrong way.
There are some that don't know you.
There are some that don't care.
Pied piper,Pied piper-
Don't let them go astray.
I did not know you were there
I had no clue where.
Pied piper, Pied piper
I was asleep when you played.
You came that one day;
You played and you played.
But Pied piper, dear sir
You left one child that day.
I ran and I ran
Tried to follow your tune.
I ran and I ran
But you never knew.
Pied piper dear sir,
I tried to find my way,
I longed to be among them
I longed to feel the same.
I waited for years
For you to take me away.
But Mr.Piper, kind sir
You never came back again.
Those children have come back
Moulded the right way.
Their moulds,though similar
Are brittle and strong.
Pied piper,pied piper
I molded mine,my way.
My mold is different,
Its taking too long;
I don't know the right temperature,
I know not the right song.
Pied piper, pied piper
I blame you not, for this.
Yet Pied piper,
I have just one wish.
It gets lonely and dark
It gets scary i must say!
Pied piper,pied piper
Please play me a tune,
A simple one would do.
Just to tell me you're there
To tell me you care.
Pied piper, pied piper
Please don't turn on me ...
Again.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
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wow. tht was amazing. sometimes u have to give up something to get something else... gr8 stuff. wud u mind if I linked ure blog to mine?
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