Little Red Shed

Little red shed at the bottom of the hill

you would cover me up and protect me from the pain

outside was pouring and so were my tears

before the bus arrived full of kids

that never knew my secrets but you knew everything

 

Little red shed at the bottom of the hill

run down collecting dust but to me you were more

when I couldn't go home you were all I ever had

before the bus arrived full of kids

that never knew my secrets but you knew everything

 

Little red shed at the bottom of the hill

glass thrown against the wall I'd be coming straight to you

rum and coke a whole bottle gone through

before the bus arrived full of kids

that never knew my secrets but you knew everything

 

Little red shed at the bottom of the hill

I still drive past you from time to time

I smile knowing you were always there

before the bus arrived full of kids

that never knew my secrets but you knew everything

 

 

 

 

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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