Playground - Robert Francis

There’s a place inside each tear, that you’d shed for me in fear of my knowing

all the darkness that you sang to every night

Your pale white, it’s dressed in bones and skin it shows, it’s not a feeling

that you own

We were a playground not a home, but it was worse to be alone

I’ve got a long way to go

I’ve got to carry your load

I had a heart too heavy to hold

You were my playground and I was your home

My love digs deep, inside my mindless numbing sleep, and builds a pillow for

the soul, an endless gaping quiet hole, that drowns the shadows from their

walls

I’ve got a long way to go

I’ve got to carry you home

I had a heart too heavy to hold

You were my playground and I was your home