ALITerAture

two old see-saws
next to a tree
one for you and
one for me
i take the high
you take the low
cos thats how it is with you and me
up there i see
the birds fly by
down there you see
the scattered butterflies
i call your name
you dont hear, you dont see
am i not loud enough?
am i fading amidst the breeze?
you look up
but you dont see
you search left and right
still you dont see
why is it so, sweet girl, dear friend
the distance there is
makes it hard to mend
to get back that hold
of the you and the me
of what was once
lil bossom buddies

perhaps one day
it will return
perhaps one day
we ll find that hold
mayb its because
the see-saw is old
mayb its because
mines warm and yours is cold
or it could simply be
the ancient tree
that gave us the choices
that led to divide us

no matter
for the world has its reasons
so do you
and so do i
still i ache for that girl
who was once you
for that girl
who was also once me
but my faith in us
it runs strong and deep
my faith in us
is my only comfort
in knowing that one fine day
you ll see me again
one fine day
you ll hear me again
and when that day comes
i will stretch my arms
i will stretch long and far
and we ll hold hands once more.