The Park

Why would he come
Back through the park
I thought that you saw him
But no you did not
It’s not him who’d come and cross
The sea to surprise you
Not him who would know where
In London to find it
Sadness so real
That it populates
The city and leave
You homeless again
Steam from the cup
And snow on the pond
The seasons have changed
From the present to past
Your past
Turns on to have
The past
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Why would he come
Back through the park
I thought that you saw him
But no you did not
Who can be sure
Of anything through
The distance that keeps you
From knowing the truth
Why you think
The boy could become
The man who could make you sure
He was the one