Anne Clark - Short Story Lyrics

Lyrics Short Story - Anne Clark



There is a little place in a little room
Where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom
Tucks his little legs underneath a well-worn chair
Plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair
A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears
Of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears
Sharp is the lead but will it penetrate
All the nooks and crannies that this world creates
There is so little time for us to stop and look
As he places the cover upon his little book
There will come a day when this little man will die
And they'll put him in a tiny hole underneath the sky
His little lead pencil book and chair
Will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where



Writer(s): Anne Charlotte Clark, Dominic Appleton, Gary Mundy, Andrea Laschetti


Anne Clark - The Very Best of Anne Clark
Album The Very Best of Anne Clark
date of release
12-11-2010




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