She took a sad walk
to a sad bench
she left her coat at home
she was bare and all alone
so she shivered,cold
with her head held low
like a heavy sack
of don't look back
she was sadly on her own
and she settled in
to a sad pose
on a sad bench
she called her own
and she faced a world turned cold
she took a sad walk
to a sad bench
and she made no sense
at all.....
she had her last laugh
on a sad bench
where she froze to death
late fall
she had no where else to go
there was no one who she knew
except the place she sat and grew
older and colder
she took a sad walk
to a sad bench
where she used to sit and watch
all the pigeons in the park
coo in tune
She used to feed them
crumbs of crust
when she had shoes
She used to name them
when she still
could be amused
then darkness hit the park
like a curtain drawn
on a stark
grand stage
where she used to entertain..
crowds called out her name
when her shoes and mind were
sparkly way beyond
the sad bench
that she now was frozen on
she used to wake at dawn
put her ballet shoes on
and dance with the birds
before she went
to her dressing room
then the bombs were dropped
and the music stopped
and the pigeons
topped tin plates..
dance shoes were replaced..
boots in marching gaits....
and she got lost
in all the hate
now shes layed out
on the sad bench
like a sad tune
that keeps on playing...
to no one
She took a sad walk
to a sad bench
she left her coat at home
she sadly sat alone
and let it go.
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