Do you remember the man in the park sitting on a bench.
Dirt on his clothes, torn and worn out giving off a stench.
A child was next to him, dressed in all white, opening her wings.
The flowers in the clearing just raised their heads
and filled him with fragrance.
Dirt on his clothes, torn and worn out giving off a stench.
A child was next to him, dressed in all white, opening her wings.
The flowers in the clearing just raised their heads
and filled him with fragrance.