Your Love is A Playground

I climbed on your monkey bars today
watched the swings in the wind sway
watched all the children as they came to play
no words from your mouth came my way
was there something you needed to say
a game that you wished I would play

I walked across your bridge today
back and forth it slowly swayed
I climbed your ladder and slid down your slide
I really was enjoying the ride 
I swung on your tire hanging in the tree
I saw the letter next to the lemonade that you wrote me

I hung from your branches as I climbed up high
like the dreams of a child in hopes to touch the sky
I played in your sandbox and made you a star
reading your eyes never got me too far
I even sat at your picnic table and ate
and gave the crumbs to the birds as they came to wait

I sat in the tunnel and dreamed of the years
then suddenly rain fell hiding my tears
but I was safe in your tunnel where noone could see
the tears that I cry because you seem so lonely
Was it because you no longer felt love
or was it because there were dreams left of

left of the memories, or left of the rings hanging
you wish I was still on your playground playing
Hanging on the tire with its withering thread
laying in the sandbox that was once our bed
or hanging on the monkey bars was our romance dead
or was it just a dream dancing round in our head

I know life is like a swing going back and forth
I know that life is like a slide it only goes one course
I know that life is sometimes hanging by a thread
I know that dreams are alive and sometimes dead
I know that life is this sandbox, an hourglass of time
I'm so glad you played on this playground of mine