Vanilla smoke

vanilla smoke
the colourful creatures
playing amongst themselves
its a beautiful day
the sun occasionally
peeping through the rain
very gently the guitar sings
an unwritten song
a silence surrounds
the man and a woman
growing old together
an eternal love they had found.
Vanilla smoke
there are still a few
free birds flying
they are looking for
long lost friends
and fairy tale dreams
they fly down cautiously
into the trap
some will be chained
in the shiny chains
some would loose their wings
the beauty will wane
and the power will fail
vanilla smoke
I am thinking of a time
not so old
We had some
innocent laughs together
we felt so close
But nothing lasts forever they say
Inncocence we chose
vanilla smoke
its a beautiful world
and there are no small things
here is the promised land
if you can sell everything
and when its all over
there will be nothing
you could offer
and theres no one to blame
Another kid is pushed
into darkness and shame
vanilla smoke
they are pretending to be free
look around
everywhere you see
they always do whats right
treacherous they are
so full of greed.
Vanilla smoke
A friend stands across the mirror
Let’s share the last puff
And I’ll see you soon
I’ll have another smoke
Before I leave
life always gives something new
The world’s a class room.