Thoughts on Strings
Copyright 2001 by Amaranth Rose
When I think of my friend, I hear a voice in the wind.
No, child, no, its just trees in the wind.
When I think of my friend, I sense someone near.
No, child, no, its just something you fear.
When I dream at night, I am in my friends dreams.
No, child, no, thats just how it seems.
When my friend is sad, it pulls my heartstrings.
No, child, no, youre imaging things.
My senses arent lying, theyre just telling me things
That no one knows how to measure or see.
They tell me the universe is connected with strings.
No, child, no, youre imagining things.