when the wall came apart
and i slipped and fell
i lost my head and my heart
but who could really tell?
no message could get through
but i heard the cry
then i couldn't find you
and i didn't know why.
there was a story in the air
everybody was afraid
they went looking for their share
but it hadn't been made.
and the radio went dead
mountains of smoke and fire
exactly like the old books said
the oceans were growing higher.
danger like an angry snake
coiled with a baby in his bed
and i ran and had nothing to take
i talked but heard nothing i said.
a creek washed over my feet
i went into water to find you
but there was no one there to meet
i wondered if you always knew
when the wall came apart
and i slipped and fell
i lost my head and my heart
but who could really tell?
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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