@migu music@

Now I have always wondered.

How can I stand upon your shoulders,

Look around and around and round and not see a thing?

It always seemed confusing.

Your jokes are never amusing.

You can talk, talk, talk

And not say a thing.

We could fall below and never make a sound.

The truth is frightening now.

Will we ever get out?

You always try to listen

And for that gift i feel threatened.

By the high esteem I hold you,

It hurts so much.

I wipe the dust off of my face.

It＇s all that＇s left of my dreams misplaced.

I find it hard to believe you could take much more.