Thomas Wicker

Wise as can be
The future I cannot see

Many friends have come
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While growing young your dreams come anew
For as you grow young your heart grows young to
Ambition overflows in each new boy and girl
And eagerness awaits you to take on the world
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Your fire hits my skin
And strengthens up my shell
But your bullets strike with ease
And from my tower I fell
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Tom is now a rabbit
Not hopping for there is no need to hop
He sits gazing at the clear moon
Lost in thought
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Just count the sheep and think of sleep
its easier said then done
because thoughts of you come creeping through
as I count them one by one
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What becomes of a dream in the waking?
A gift given and retaken
all along were baking
though you may shield your eyes from the sun-
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