Then We'll Talk
- James Long
- Nov 15, 2021
- 1 min read
I found a garden made of memories
Where nothing new could ever grow
And though the thorns and vines were weary
I worked my hands into the soil
But how
In the world
Can you you leave me
When you know
What I am
On my own?
Should I wait or do I wander?
I cant remember what's to know
Was the lesson just to listen?
Is it all just yet to show?
But why
Is it more
Than I can be
If its true
I'm alive
Just to see?
Cause I've been looking for light to sleep in
Hoping you would call me home
I'd give everything I found here
And sing songs of all I know
So is this silence and this mountain
Something of me or is it stone?
I've left ages on this spirit
And I don't want to be alone
So where'd you go?




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