The Park

Why would he come back through the park You thought that you saw him, but no you did not It's not him coming across the sea to surprise you Not him who would know where in London to find you Sadness so real that it populates The city and leaves you homeless again Steam from a cup and snow on the path The seasons have changed from the present to past The past... There's hope to have In the past... Why would he come back through the park You thought that you saw him, but no you did not Who can be sure of anything through The distance that keeps you from knowing truth Why would he think, the boy could become The man who could make you sure he was the one The one... My one... My one...