Thursday, January 15, 2015

Echoes.

His eyes meet the room
He walks on the floor
Believe me, I know that
He's been here before

Familiar sounds, and
Familiar places
New age, new team
No familiar faces

The things that he's learned
He patiently shows
And they are prepared from
The things that he knows

And they can't match his stride
Almost too short to meet his eyes
But he doesn't pass them by

Yeah, he's gentle and he's kind
Kinda reminds me of the time
That he taught me how to fly

That grin on his face
He walks through the door
Believe me, I know that
He's been here before

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