The Backyard Of My Life
Black Violets
Escape from the rain in convent garden
She ducks inside an office to see through the
Flowered curtains torn and frayed looking at
The long long lonely life of a stranger
Standing on the corner of a white satin street
All the bridges are burning that they might have crossed
From the ashes of undisturbed embers exception explodes
In an old stone church damaged by a bomb a long time ago
There's nothing to be said its a dolls house inside her head
Dark mornings dusk brings some shadows
The girl in the glass case with a broken china face
Spitting image of a Siamese cat wearing a paper dress
She tries so hard to keep out of trouble
She puts on airs and graces like a lady
Measuring money and love on the scales
Remember that you carry dreams with loose change
Control your tongue hold your thoughts
Don't let them drift out to the shoreline
Down to a graveyard in the land of Hollywood
Where the children of the sky swing from chandeliers
Tears dripping from the clouds shoes come cascading down
Where they land on silhouetted sandcastles
Cast aside with the clay pigeons
Meanwhile the sea has turned to stone
With a handkerchief sticking out of her sleeve
Lighting up a liberty torch reading from a book of mercy
Then a rose made of snow slips through her fingers
Silver shades of symmetry beam across her eyes
At the window next to a vase of little black violets
Whatever she thinks only time will tell
She was caught in a rapture of rhythm so ridiculous
Trying to impress the aristocracy she dose not believe in
Hiding behind the mysterious mask of beauty
With one hand in her pocket and two feet on the ground
Waiting for someone to show her how to fly
By Keith Hagger
