It’s grey and cool in limbo.
All signs they point to wait.
They say that school is no go.
So sad it is the fate.
The murmurs they are growing.
Once pain, now discontent.
Bad seeds these ill winds sowing.
Not broke, just badly bent.
Murmurs
It’s grey and cool in limbo.
All signs they point to wait.
They say that school is no go.
So sad it is the fate.
The murmurs they are growing.
Once pain, now discontent.
Bad seeds these ill winds sowing.
Not broke, just badly bent.
Dennis Mantin 