THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
MEG'S GARDENS
once I was one of the beautiful people fawned over every waking minute of the day followed by fellows who wanted to be with me and others who wanted to be me in the worst way crowned me a queen gave me a thrown always there so why was I so alone? once I belonged with the beautiful people they'd laugh when I'd smile, cry when I'd frown but the worst thing about being somebody's steeple is I couldn't tell if they wanted me or my crown staggering home inside, alone hearts beat a song in monotone and from afar I saw your face in the crowd another star shining even brighter than me but you didn't notice for I'd given it all up to see if there's more meaning in obscurity struggle to live bills overdue now I can't keep up with you so I watch you go with the beautiful people and I wonder if I see something in your eyes I wrote this song for you, I thought you'd understand there is a difference between truth and lies but how do we become so wise once I was one of the beautiful people Beautiful People Ric Candor ©2002  EMAIL
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