for the girl who would be anywhere but here,



cold sunlight,
pours through open windows
you can hear the sounds of birds' flight
and the cry of widows.

turn 'round and protest once again
against the ideas of who began it,
the water that surrounds the planet,
and the sweet serenity,
of a quiet release-
from the physical,
the immutable and the true
secrets of life that i never knew
until that day in november
that i met you

little did i know there were so few
in a war of brain versus shame,
there isn't any one person,
that deserves all the blame.

and silence sings life to my mind
and who ever said,
the answers were easy to find?

but we don't have to stay here
we can leave this place behind
get in the car, take a real long drive
so quiet,
I'm still not sure I'm alive

come on now,
say you'll never leave
and tell me everything you'll never be.
maybe the grass is greener on the other side
and maybe there's somewhere we can hide

to me, silence is nothing new
living in this world of noise,
some things baby, you can never avoid
and if I knew where to look,
I'd never have to open those books
if I knew what to make of it,
maybe they'd stop being so fake
if I knew where we were supposed to go

these are the secrets of life I thought I knew,
until that day in november that I met you.

©2006 Adam Zagoria.