Alan Down

Buds on the trees, weak in the knees with a new heart

Sing to the sky, oh might we try to make a true art

Sick to the end, oh won't you lend this a new start

Valve fire



Sad that the seas don't topple the trees cos they have their ways

Cross all your Ts & come down with me so we can call off all day

Sung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small part

Course through



Thanks to razvan