I've got her photograph. On a stand by my bed. Two on the mantel. And thousands in my head. I can't believe how fast she's growing. It ain't suppose to be like this.
I'm a believer. There's a song in me that's begging to be heard. Yes, I'm a dreamer. Hanging on to hope for everything it's worth. So I skipped a few meals and slept in my car.
Darling I want to make the word "love" new. cause it's been said so many times. And I don't want to use that old pick up line. And oft' I try to find the words to use but none capture the way I feel.
I keep a close, close watch on this heart of mine. I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for each tie that binds. Because you're mine, I walk the line.
Nothing was wrong and the future. Looked better than it ever looked before. So I thought that the trouble was gone. It felt as if a bond had been restored.
Man, I've been workin too hard. Ten hour days and I'm tired. Damn this knuckle busted',. back breakin', no paying job. Know where I'm goin from here. Hot headed women, cold beer.
And though my sermon salts the air. My ears are soon left empty, silence still holds dominion. Words once adorned are now laid bear. Unpolished lumps of nothing, so much unheard opinion.
Floating like driftwood. Slaved by the sea. Resolutely refusing to die. Without amnesty. . He's tossed by the waves. He's all out of flares. Nobody saves, nobody cares.
Winter breaks upon that lonely girl. A tell tale stomach and a broken world and only grief. December finds her in a world of care. Nine months swollen and abandoned.
So now your offering these hand me down beliefs. You offer neither solace nor relief. In a world of hate. Your words hold no weight. . So now your promising your Disney religion.
We met in seventh grade in history. Then just another one. Friendship was a few years to come. But I knew who you were. . I knew what you stood for. That much we had in common.
In two, alone he'll forget the time. Burn money to ashes, be drunken with wine. A fool, not knowing his left from right. He's losing direction his home within sight.
Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be. You bear your ideology so stoically. That all that you can see, is inferiority. Here I am, my head in a cloud.
She's on a beach in Maui. Her breasts are half uncovered. I try to stop myself from staring at her. But I'm drawn like Dagwood to sleep. . The lawn may need mowing.
And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42. The war's still new but I'm tired of fighting. Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men. Exalted then, so wrong yet somehow inviting.
I'm sure you're in a lot of pain. But it's supposed to feel this way. I never did this to you. . Despite the beauty we create. I just can't stand beneath your weight.
She's breaking up, she's falling down. She's holding her fists up now. Her eyes meet my face but we don't look the same. . She walks away on bloody knees.
Memory conveys that you were something to be. When you weren't held captive in an aged body. You had a family that needed you and job security. You had everything a man could ever need.
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree. Thou'lt aya be dear to thee. Entwined thou art wi' many ties. O'hame and infancy. Thy leaves were aye the first of spring.
Child of grace you wait for me. Out across the starlit see. My heart's a boat. You're love's a lighthouse. It shines so brightly. If stars could wonder.