The Park

Why should he come back through the park?

You thought that you saw him but no you did not

It's not him who'd come across

The sea to surprise you

Not him who would know

Where in London to find you

With sadness so real that it populates

The city and leaves you homeless again

Steam from the cup and snow on the path

The seasons have changed from present to past

The past

The past

Turns whole to half

The past

Why should he come back through the park?

You thought that you saw him but no you did not

Who can be sure of anything through

The distance that keeps you

From knowing the truth

Why would you think your boy could become

The man who could make you sure he was the one?

The one

My one

My one