EDISON'S DIARY

 

Bricks of wall,wall of bricks...graffitis on the wall,

tahitis'on the shore....sound of silence...

faces n' traces...cages of ages.....yah...dunna

what I'm writing and tis the point I want to say....

 

 

One day,I see these bumps around the corner....

how can I get 'em movin' and goin' 'head?

Does music help,I wonder and

ponder....strivin' for ways of improvin'....is it just me?

Can I play the life of a superman?.......

 

Can't forget ya,

you always pop out from nowhere,

in my mind,

in my dreams.....I miss ya.