There is a place where laughter, trends and rumours grow.
And I just can’t wander over-the gate is closed.
But we all know, if the gate opened I wouldn’t have survived, even so.
A friend of mine took off to this land.
She had a pass to get in.
A helping hand.
She opens the gate, and closes it-with her inside.
She looks at this land, then back at me-
Her walk is now a stride.
She has not left me, we sit by the gate and talk.
Sometimes she will jump the fence on the bad days.
But, I never cross, that land is forever blocked.
And I just can’t wander over-the gate is closed.
But we all know, if the gate opened I wouldn’t have survived, even so.
A friend of mine took off to this land.
She had a pass to get in.
A helping hand.
She opens the gate, and closes it-with her inside.
She looks at this land, then back at me-
Her walk is now a stride.
She has not left me, we sit by the gate and talk.
Sometimes she will jump the fence on the bad days.
But, I never cross, that land is forever blocked.
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