PLAYGROUND

The playground is open.

Won't you come and play?

You can be my playmate each and every day.

Will you be like the seesaw?
Up and down.  Up and down.

Or possibly, like the merry - go - round,

Making my mind spin round and round?

Will you be like the monkey bars

And hang me upside down?

Or maybe like the swing

pushing in from high to low?

Take my hand and let us go

to the 'playground', the 'playground'...
filled with my life and all your 'fun'.

The 'place' where I became undone.

DEV

8/26/2004