Want to cry
\nIn your arms
\nSaid the little boy
\nTo an old grandmother
\nWondered the boy
\nWhy he needed that embrace
\nOf abandoned joy
\nIn a safety of sunshine
\nMoon rays
\nWith no need to
\nReflect on the pools of brine
\nIn a salt workers farm
\nWindmills of hopes
\nWill run for you
\nSo to ramps of approval
\nOf strong winds are
\nThere
\nYou dont care
\nYou do
\nI know you do
\nBut first write your script
\nAnd get your passport
\nTo enter the world
\nOf wise fools <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Want to cry In your arms Said the little boy To an old grandmother Wondered the boy Why he needed that embrace Of abandoned joy In a safety of sunshine Moon rays With no need to Reflect on the pools of brine In a salt workers farm Windmills of hopes Will run for you So … <\/p>\n