Bees of the Invisible - A pocket full of marbles

The little toy with which you'd play
To while away the lazy days
Was put away and somewhere
Vanished in the haze
The friend who played all your games
Paper planes and boats in drains
The one you thought
Would still remain

I've got a pocket full of marbles
And a field on which to play
I'm waiting for the blue sky
To break on through the grey
I've got a pocket full of marbles
And a field on which to play
I'm waiting for the blue sky
To break on through the grey

And I don't want to play alone
And I don't want to play alone
And I don't want to play

Written by:
Timothy Scott

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