Journal: If I Was A Butterfly, Live For A Day

April 19, 2013

in Journal Notes

Friday location:  Home Lock Down  |  5:30 am – lots of naps – 9:40 pm

Boston Matathon Bombing - Friday Situation

photo:  from television coverage.  Camo guys in front of Seven Cycles.

Time Marker:  Today the police used Seven Cycles’ parking lot as a command center for the Boston Marathon Bombing manhunt.  I was on lock-down at my house today.  The police rocked today.

Post tile:  Richard Thompson, Withered and Died

This cruel country has driven me down
Teased me and lied, teased me and lied
I’ve only sad stories to tell to this town
My dreams have withered and died


Once I was bending the tops of the trees
Kind words in my ear, kind faces to see
Then I struck up with a boy from the West,
Played run and hide, played run and hide.
Count one to ten and he’s gone with the rest
My dreams have withered and died

Silver moon sail up and silver moon shine
On the waters so wide, waters so wide
Steal from the bed of some good friend of mine
My dreams are withered and died

If I was a butterfly, live for a day,
I could be free just blowing away

This cruel country has driven me down
Teased me and lied, teased me and lied
I’ve only sad stories to tell to this town
My dreams have withered and died

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