Treasure Island

jericho cross

(February 13,1995 / here)

To You

Here's to you,
A glass of whiskey,
to show you true,
My heart so blue,
You filled me with pain,
Yet I live once again,
I found a love, as if from heaven above,
When ready to end my life,
Here stand my savior,
Take these chains,
String me high,
Upon my death bed I shall lie,
With sorrow in my weary heart,
I've watched my life fall apart,
'Here we are again.' God says,
'Do you believe you know your mistakes? ' He asked,
'Yes father....' I answered,
Show me the way!
Please give me your hand?
Together we'll walk-
Through this god forsaken land.
O'er my heart,
A tear in shadow,
Alone I wait....,
My heart so hollow,
I promised you my love,
Even though it wasn't much,
I was brought back to life,
With your one loving touch,
This somber melody the piano creeks,
Yet lost in the rythm,
I found my answer I once seeked,
Yes the meaning to life,
It means live your life,
With this I say goodbye,
And a great life until you pass,
I finish my final glass,
And move on with a clearer mind,
And a stronger heart,
Never again shall I fall apart.

Submitted: Saturday, October 23, 2010
Edited: Monday, March 28, 2011
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