© 2012 Mark Cote
second hand dancing fast
like it might be her last
vestige in this place and time
youthful fountain she won't find
lines are drawn upon my face
charcoal and crayon cannot erase
the good the bad my soul entwined
the images within my mind
(chorus) Images
one of a kind
images that I find
images
sweet or unkind
these images within my mind
we see the world a different way
some see tomorrow some see today
when we face mortality
what really is reality
with each year a pictograph
the old man cries a baby laughs
on this road we can't rewind
the images within our mind
(chorus)
liquid diamonds in the sand
as they pass from hand to hand
won't be with you when you're gone
just a whisper in a song
pools of fools swimming down
the whirlpool doesn't make a sound
until the stone they're enshrined
now images within my mind
(chorus)
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