Some
Some old friends
aren't wise to know,
the ones who weep
but never show,
ones who freak
then never grow
and ones who reap
but never sow,
some old friends
aren't wise to know.
Seasons go 'round
sowing and reaping
fusing friendships
sharing weeping
growing and flowing
like a tidal stream
as it ebbs and sheds
different beings,
drawing in --- holding on
'till a drfting tide
takes what's gone.
Some old friends
aren't wise to know,
the ones who weep
but never show,
ones who freak
then never grow
and ones who reap
but never sow.
Like a tidal stream
sheds different beings
clear waters clear
without false dreams.
Some old friends
aren't wise to know.
Daniel Howe
Copyright 1996 Point of View, NZ.