Marcy
I know, you feel as I do, But hav… You have, my total acceptance, you… What skeleton, is walking, why are… Does the skeleton, also talk, does… Maybe the skeleton, isn’t real, or…
Each day the many steps I take, a… I’ve to exercise your ghost, but n… A bottle didn’t ease the pain, all… And every time that I dream, make… Everything that I’ve tried, just…
Sometimes we travel back in time, To a happier time and place, Our dreams hinged on inner thought… The memory of a face, Unknowingly we take the journey,
Smiles and laughter emanate from y… A quality hard to find, It seems some smiles become withdr… Because of clutter on our minds, And when we finally stop and look,
There are things, in this life, th… Wrapped inside, your beliefs, and… We have the things, that we want,… Hand in hand, arm in arm, a memory… You, are, the hope, I hold, heart…
As I travel through this life, There are things I remember still… And when I really think about it, I see I always will, No amount of wondering,
In the darkness, a dream comes ali… While in the light, the dream feel… As the fantasy that comes to mind, Brings words to an empty head, For in the light the things we see…
Coffee starts the coming day;and i… As each sip is a memory;that reach… Reaching from past events;to the h… Through the things we began;leavin… The coffee has a bitter taste; but…
A cool damp wind blows the sand, Across a deserted beach, And as I stroll in the dark, Towards a place I may not reach, Lightning bolts fill the sky,
When you hold love in your arms, And it lives inside the heart, Lonely becomes a sobering fact, Every moment that you’re apart, Nights become a barren landscape,
Night falls on a tiny town, With the sky starry and clear, And as I watch a falling star, I feel your presence near, While this starry scene unfolds,
Walking through the cold and dark, As it slowly starts to rain, It seems I hold the illusion, That water washes pain, The limbs go numb from the cold,
I watched a love pass away, And I watched another run, And though the passion still survi… These days its just for one, As the memories keep me alive,
The calloused hands of the past, Through events construct a man, A metal heart pumps his blood, While the past controls his hand, It seems his skin is made of steel…
tears roll down a wrinkled face, And they fall in a steady flow, As the approaching morning, Becomes the only time they slow, Darkness is the time they fall,
