Lost in Boston by Deanna M Gritsonis
I lay my head down
An empty bed
Just me alone
My mind starts to fly
And tears start to fall
The fog rolls in
And the misty image of you
Of my hope appears
Far away from the corn and flat lands
I call my prison
My cell
My hell
to a city of gold
My golden dreams
To jump into the sea of people
Another face I become
Yet there is that sparkle in my eye
of my dream coming true
to get lost in Boston
to get lost in love
to get lost in you
02/20/2002 Posted on 02/20/2002 Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
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