David Bunnell

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Here I come
No passengers
Fixed on my way
The tracks are bumpy
...

The winter blows colder each day
I'm shivering to the bone
Yet I've still got it made
I get to call the USA my home.
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I dream of the day our lips touch
My warm breath down your neck
Your body shivering beneath my touch
My hand cuffs your waist.
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As the years go by
I loose yet another woman
Too many times I try
Still the blossom never blooms
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5.

I ask myself everyday
Who am I
People ask me everyday
Where are you going
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In this darkness I'm alone
The fire comes and goes
I look ahead into the unknown
The tunnel ending glows
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Would my death be of great honor to you
Is my pain a conquest for you
Is suffering seen as a victory in your eyes
Do you laugh behind closed doors
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Look in my eyes.
Listen to my words.
Read my mind.
Feel my pulse.
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9.

I stepped upon a midnight sun dead,
Dreamt pity upon a dawn with dullness,
Stuck as I thought falling over with weak dread,
Pondered minds afloat gave dreary fullness,
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What to do
What to say
What to know
What to leave out
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The wind blows across the land,
Thoughts turn in his head,
Across the oceans into the sand,
The man makes his bed.
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You're a wise one they say,
I think your dull,
You talk the talk,
But you don't walk the walk.
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I look around and see strangers,
Those I think I know are different to me,
I'm confused more each day,
I try to meet others,
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The days are getting harder
And the nights are getting longer
There are obstacles on every path
Making this road harder
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15.

Father, you were one of a kind.
Father, you were my inspiration and my guide.
Father, you are missed very much.
Father, this world these days is just not the same without you.
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Staring at the sea
I am making a wish
Lost in a dream
Free as the fish
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David Bunnell Biography

I like to live life outside of the box. I'm a semi-retired Veteran, I do volunteer work, I dig the Bible, I'm a conspiracy nut, and I have a podcast.)

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The Train

Here I come
No passengers
Fixed on my way
The tracks are bumpy
Breaking through
Your standing by waiting
I pass on by
I'm not stopping
You won't wait
When I'm back
The station is empty
I turn around
Back down that lonely line.

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