Flowing Over To You
My joy overflows its fountain
Seeping into the brick wall
It moistens tired old cement
And even turns your frown away.
This water follows the dirt road
And seeks for someone forgotten
By the old train station,
And still that little child
Who cries in the park
That water overflows his
Tiny little feet,
Finding any crevice,
Or anyone with a hint
Of yesterday's smile.
Seeping into the brick wall
It moistens tired old cement
And even turns your frown away.
This water follows the dirt road
And seeks for someone forgotten
By the old train station,
And still that little child
Who cries in the park
That water overflows his
Tiny little feet,
Finding any crevice,
Or anyone with a hint
Of yesterday's smile.
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