Jerome
Jerome When I´m in memoryland I cannot avoid thinking On that dark spot in the pictures My childhood friend Jerome He was really smart He played basket like a pro And he was nice as none His skin might look like onyx But he had a golden heart I remember with sorrow That gloomy summer night When we were throwing at each other Water balloons in the park My dad appeared from nowhere His iron hand grabbed my arm He said something to my pal And dragged me home What a shock was for me to see Hell itself in my father´s eyes Perhaps Jerome didn´t want to burn Or he saw the devil inside What it was I just cannot tell Or maybe I´m too scared All I know is I never saw again My sweet old friend Jerome Oh father! Tell me please from your wooden closed bed, what fearful seed did you put on me? Why in their smiles I see a grim? Why are their eyes such a deep pit? What is this fear to their skin? Why am I always luckier than they? W...