PAPER CHARMS
How many times, swan
We got cold
You uncorked your wine
How far we drove drunk
On a car of paper charms
Light drawing sun cartoons
Sunday fairs and red balloons
How far we seemed to fly
Calling life a sugar spoon
Pain was a bird to fly
Sending feathered sticky kites
Through the night
Spring saw us leaving
Thinking to slide down a moony river
But it was just a cardboard sea
The promised wonderland
Cross the drums
Battle sounds
Soon we lost
Our paper wings
Knew the thirst
Knew the pain
Learned to walk
To the man
Trying to stand
We composed
Our last songs
Iron shoes
Tromped on us
Mad fanfare
Of dirty tunes
Then we knew
Taste of dust
Learned to fight
To the man
Shaking fists
We composed
Our last songs
Now every morning
Our poems will turn with care
Just like the sunflowers
Cause we know the test of time
How far we drove, swan
From your fading paper town
Far from your sticky moons
Shiny kites and red balloons
Your nowhere wonderland
Return to "Chocolate Kings"
Official member of the
Progressive Rock Ring.
