12 flights of stairs up to the top
where the wind blows whistling love songs
he takes each step 1 at a time
expecting something he will never find
144 stairs in the well
he knocks on the door baring a gift wrapped in brown
his love worn out on his sleeve
images of love will soon be mixed with pain
visions of ecstasy dance in his mind
expectancy ruining all he's wanting to find
reality hits him with the cold hard truth
he'll leave the rooftop shedding stairs in reproof
months it'll take on top of the days
to remove all the hurt between the shame
it wasn't all her fault, but part of it was
he left all of that on the apartment rooftop
a park bench overlooking a silent city
became the mark that held his destiny
the seasons changed and came something new
it was there all along waiting for him to choose
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