Writing on the Wall
Mark Harris
I could see the writing on the wall,
Evidence of little hands.
Picasso with a purple crayon.
And I tried to act upset,
But I was smiling through it all,
Because I could see the writing on the wall.
I could see the writing on the wall.
Seems no matter how I try,
The pages of this life keep turning,
I can't stop the hands of time.
And even though I knew we have it all,
I can see the writing on the wall.
1 comments:
Oh, what a song! Beautiful! Making me sob, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless.
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