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every morning i’ve stood at this open door
to watch the sun rise and reveal the empty day
train my eyes at the start of the sky
when i look for you who went away
they say i’m foolish for waiting
and hope’s a hard habit to break
they say i don’t look for you
it’s just my routine of being awake
eventually i go back inside
with excuses i have to believe
though each do i fight harder
to wait instead of grieve
this morning i won’t find you
it feels like pain to close the door
until you wrap your arms around me
you’re worth waiting for
March 8th, 2003
Listen to “Amanda”
oh my dear amanda
they’re sending me to war
and no one can remind me
what we’re fighting for
do you get these letters?
i don’t get your replies
i fear i may not write again
today i might die
i’m not good with a rifle
i’ve never swung a sword
i only hope it is the same
with the men i’m marching toward
we have to take that city
our they say our homes will fall
a man can’t choose the day he dies
only answer when it calls
oh amanda i’ll return
until then i hope you pray
for my life, for my soul
if i don’t survive the day
i must go, the battle’s starting
i can hear the cannon’s sound
but darling, if you get this letter
i mailed it from that town
January 1st, 2003
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how does the heart of man get so hardened
on a wish that once was faint
now it’s pounding out a rhythm
how does the sinner dance with the saint
yet we find when the music ends
all we’re left with his a handful of friends
i want someone who knows me best
the sun always returns to the west
if there’s such a thing as love
what does it feel like when it’s true?
if there’s such a thing as love
is it how i feel for you?
August 8th, 2002
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sure, he’s simple
a one dimensional man
and all his letters
you understand
you want a guy
solid like stone
like he’s better off here
alone
but i want to be temporary
until you make your mark on me
a fingerprint in wet cement
make me permanent
i don’t have a dream
to follow at all cost
i just dream of you
without you i am lost
none of my stories make sense
you are the missing ending
you want a real man
and i’m just pretending
July 1st, 2002
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speak to me the words that make me smile
the day is long and i am not prepared
to face the trouble; home’s so many miles
gimme some help to get there
finger in flour, your love on my heart
you touch me and leave an obvious mark
but sunset red, the last words you said
light me in the dark
say it again
say it again
birds are chirping, the sky is so blue
i used to say this was so cliche
but old emotion is always new
as we discover each new day
still i worry still i fear
tell me it will be alright
when you whisper it in my ear
a blind man gets his sight
June 7th, 2002
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