What's Left For Both You And Me.

kevin browne

We'll sit and watch Sunrise
Play with beautiful rainbows
And, if we paint the Moon on
By looking at the Earth gone
We'll search underneath it all
And, where did the hope go
In the world, we should know
How to bring together our love
Finding rivers running naked
To be alive without any hatred
In this life unlike any snake bite
Keep on dreaming of all night
Then if we begin to run there
The forests will be everywhere
We can learn to teach children
To see the beauty of knowing
What's left for both you and me
At night we can gaze at galaxies
Reaching out we have pleased
Rio de Janeiro has redemption
Do our thing without exception
In a bubble of what's to come
To understand what's undone
What's left for both you and me
Surrounded by the ocean sea
And, we can paint up a picture
With us in it and giving a future
Starlight appears to be darker
Then we have to work harder
Falling from Mars we'll catch it
A world left with just a little bit
Can't there be something new
In loving everything we can do
Somewhere in the hot Sahara
When we have come so far
In a world left for just you and me
Flickering eyes become bright
For the kids are getting it right
Without knowing what's left to do
Except for watching who's who
When we'll swing across the stars
Helping out to put back our Mars
Planets watered for the sea to drink
Dangerous diversions make us think
About the journey, you'll remember
Nothing left apart from December
Monkeys and Lions climb the trees
We'll walk too far with broken knees
If you learn to get without the hope
Climb a mountain that's a slope
Bringing people together forever
To think of the things that were never.

  • Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2019 19:02
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    A fine write Kevin. I'm sure a guy was having me on re Mars. Well I only asked him 'Does the No.7 bus go there?' He replied 'No mate, you need the No.11 bus'. Doh!

    • kevin browne

      So, you ended up on Pluto then?



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