Once when I was thirty-one
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I woke in the dead of night
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And heard the vastness of the snowfall outside
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Slipped downstairs in my bare feet
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Soon forgotten freezing
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And poured a milk glass full
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To wait out the tide
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It's been a decade and one
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Been a decade and one my friend
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Decade and one
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Since i've
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As the white went down
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I thought of the child upstairs
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I thought of the god upstairs
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That I couldn't believe
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I thought of the chosen man
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Asleep on his side of the bed
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How green becomes wood in the family tree
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Been a decade and one
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Been a decade and one so soon
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Decade and one
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Since i stood so proud
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And so unsure
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Ebony glowing by the window there
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As always
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Fingers kissed the keys oh so tenderly
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Cool ivory returned in kind
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I thought of anger and adulation
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And the taste of dreams realized
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And the waste dreams realized leave behind
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Decade and one
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Decade and one
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I said out loud
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Decade and one
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And I am here
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And I am here still standing
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Decade And One
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| Vienna Teng |
