A PERFECT MOMENT

 When darkness falls and the night is quiet,

 Fighting is no more, words are of silence.

 Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,

 A drink for two on my private land.

 When the echoes of sirens are no longer close,

 The scream of the freeway is not near my home.

 When all is everything I want it to be,

 A fantasy is made in my own world to see.

 A perfect moment can only be what we make it to be,

 Things of change piece by piece, a perfect moment can 
 Be anything.

                     Keith Garrett

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