Diamonds And Pearls by Geva Alon
while i look down from high tall window
down to a busy street of mine.
i couldn't hear a sound that was louder,
than the one inside my mind.
instead the trees,
the kids were climbing up telephone Antenna pole,
their mothers sat on brown park benches ,
and were waiting to get old.
do we all like,
to get out dancing to the sound of a guitar strum.
yes it bring us back together,
those sometimes I wonder how.
cause to me its just another,
way to neutralized
my eyes,
from seen that daily ,
we were faces
from the hour that i am alive
still i am playing out for nickels,
i keep am in a wooden drawer
so that one day i can afford her diamond and pearls
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