Wild Strawberries Walking By Lightning
The woman in the window turns to see him wave She says life is like a sailor in a storm Truth knocks once then slips away Love shouts loudly then it fades Like water off a collar slightly worn Walking by lightning Taken by storm Frozen by fire Healed by thorns A flash in the night is always what it seems And memory prides itself on being brave >From the end you see the mean Like a vague forgotten dream Crawling through the mist of yesterday
