If I could write
a song for you,
I’d fill it full
of fluff and fun.
Your palm rests only upon my cheek
As salve upon my heart runs deep.
Your fingers run just through my hair,
Yet yearnings arise to keep them there.
The path I walk is a muddy one,
Far from the congested highway,
Without green signs and the flashing lights,
It’s charm lies within its few stones.
The swells of my heart
Rise up to the God
Of the heavens
Who reached down to me,
My heart’s a fast talker
When it comes to my guy.
So I sit and do listen
To it’s uncanny replies
a song of testimony and invitation
It wasn’t until I needed so much,
It wasn’t until I fell,
On the corner of Phone and Phone I stand
Wond’ring: does help live at the other end?
With nowhere to turn and no dime to spend,
I guess I have fences I need to mend.
There must be more than ten thousand words
From which to choose my song
But because of who you are my dear
My song is not real long.
White clouds are beautiful;
Gray is hard to bear.
Dark clouds are menacing;
But gray, well,
It's not right!
It's not fair!
Did You see
what happened there?