In The Glass
In the glass there holds a story
It starts of in the meadows
Filled with the aroma of flowers
And the ticking of grass
Then come the waters and the lily pads
Twinkling in the blue
Fish dart this way and that
Like tiny heads rippling in the audience
Its your time for the spotlight
Then it slowly fades away
Like walking on gray and white marbles your
Head is silently working blending back
Into the darkness
You reach the tipity top and the heads all turn up
And the clapping begins
And as fast as it came the curtains come down
And the light turns off and it all begins again \
Someday.
It starts of in the meadows
Filled with the aroma of flowers
And the ticking of grass
Then come the waters and the lily pads
Twinkling in the blue
Fish dart this way and that
Like tiny heads rippling in the audience
Its your time for the spotlight
Then it slowly fades away
Like walking on gray and white marbles your
Head is silently working blending back
Into the darkness
You reach the tipity top and the heads all turn up
And the clapping begins
And as fast as it came the curtains come down
And the light turns off and it all begins again \
Someday.