Nine years old,
and climbing out the house
through a song
played on piano
by my neighbors Les and Ray.
I put my head
up against the wall
to be closer
to the music that they played.
You were my oxygen,
the thing that made me think
I could escape.
This is a thank you song
for Les and Ray.
You were my batteries,
the thing that made me think
I could escape.
Here's a song
for Les and
Here's a song
for Les and Ray.
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