This is it, this is all
Come meet me at the mall
I will call, I will see
All that matters
There, in front of me.
Journeys long, journeys short
This is it, this is all
Come meet me at the mall
See the glory, see the trite
Be the winner with no spite.
Know that all has a right
To live the best this very night
This is it, this is all
Come meet me at the mall.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011