a corner in my memory,
thats begging for some light.
and not a bulb that is dull,
but one new and bright.
i turn on a lamp now,
dust covers the walls.
now i know why i heard cries
as i walked down dark halls.
i ignored dust,
that needed to be cleaned.
but hidden away in the corner,
thick dust went unseen.
thats begging for some light.
and not a bulb that is dull,
but one new and bright.
i turn on a lamp now,
dust covers the walls.
now i know why i heard cries
as i walked down dark halls.
i ignored dust,
that needed to be cleaned.
but hidden away in the corner,
thick dust went unseen.