The Park

It took hold of me
 I saw a grown man crying
 I ricocheted the difference as a stranger kindly watching
 From a park bench across the street
 And it took hold of me
 I wonder what this man is borrowing.
 Has he unlocked the pattern from that well that he's been drawing from
 As he dips the shadows unto his feet?
 
 And it took hold of me
 Was someone planting him a garden?
 Was her hair as long as the streams within a fountain
 Pouring light
 Into a home he could not keep
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 Oh how nice to see a pattern broken
 When I've never even seen my father weep
 So it took hold of me
 Was someone planting him a daughter
 Was her life as strong as the river pushing water from the sides
 And gently out to sea
 And it took hold of me
 I offer cigarette and lighter
 I know it isn't much but if it makes spirits feel higher
 We push the smoke out into the street
 Into the street