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The Bending of Lead
Kill the leaves in autumn
revive them in spring
as were all laughing on them
we'll never know what they mean,
If I could grab at the limbs
and shake them all down
maybe I can plan early
so I could leave this tall town,
What becomes of a memory
when were left standing in snow
is it me or is it disheartening
as to where they all go,
When I was eight I would hate
the way my brother left me behind
walking with his friends
they'd run faster every time,
You know it's hard to fit in
when youre a puzzled piece
lost on the floor before
you could ever find the answer key,
Life can be so distant here
now that were older
but if we stop what we do
I swear they'll tear us in two,
All I have in my life are these words I write
They'll pour from my head
a leakey vessel in my room
that can comprehend the bending of lead
