CHARLES BAILEY

My life was spent in many ways
Loving at night, dreading the days
From a child in school to an old man
Love slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.
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Way up high in the tall tall trees
The wind rushes by like a gentle breeze.
Way up from everyone, from all the laughter
and all the fun
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He: What are you thinking of my dear?

She: If a child could live without fear
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My mind is at peace when I am with you
Within your arms, my spirit is renewed
Holding you close and feeling your breath
Upon my face, gives my soul rest
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Haze, smoke and fog
Drifts across my dreams
I walk in a sunless sky
Or so it seems
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A young girl looks in her mirror
As she wonders what life will bring
She brushes her hair and checks her skin
And applies some cleansing cream
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I left home when I was only thirteen
The farm life I thought was not for me
I've returned, I stand here looking in the window
Hopeing that the darkness will hide me.
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The winter wind is restless tonight
It is looking for something it cannot find.
My heart is moving with the wind
Searching for someone I wish were mine
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I lost the key to my heart
But I did not care.
I never planned to use it again,
I had left my heart, somewhere.
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He's seen and done most everythig a man can see or do
He kissed his wife and said goodbye and fought a war or two.
He sailed the sea's and walked the land with a rifle in his grip
A hint of liquor on his breath and her kiss upon his lips.
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I am your child speaking from the womb
If you cannot hear my cries now
You will hear them from my tomb.
Not a tomb like you will have one day,
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An Angel came to me
In a dream, when I
Was a child.
I thought I would
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