Franklin

Franklin                     June 7, 2012

O' Franklin,

The place which holds my love.

A distance, so great, too great,

I yearn for longer arms.

Oh Franklin,

The music isn't far,

And I want to dance with her...

Whisper away her fears.

If I can't find her,

I'll be a mess,

And just a broken glass

Trying to hold all the wine.

If I can't find peace within her arms,

Then what am I before my countrymen?

If I can't find refuge within her warm embrace,

I'll be a vagabond and that's all....

O' Franklin,

Possessor of all that is good -

Beauty, a peach that bears fruit so sweet,

A night of amorous passion.

O' Franklin,

Come to your senses.

Just sprout some wings and fly back home to me,

And bring the lock to my key.