Old Over The Lost View Poem by Roger Snow

~~~~~ Song ~~~

If you'll listen

I'll tell a story you can feel

Words form and glisten
for they're just that real

I tell the tale
as you receive

how I fought the Imps of hell
who so many they did deceive

How once the nights brought Peace
and those times when freedom reigned
bringing Earth it's calming release
and anger was disdained

I'll tell the story
if you listen with intent

about the Knights of old
and from whence they were sent

About the kingdom of the Sun
Moon and almost all the stars

where Angels make the smiles
while playing softly
pearled guitars

Lost Time is never found
once gone
never comes back around

lost love
is the hardest loss
I've found

wishes whisper like
soft melodies
in the ears of children
to wash away
their miseries

Lost loves
escape by carelessness

lost from lack
of attention
when all it took was maybe
one more caress

Lost time forgets after awhile
you get nothing back
when we forget to use
our smiles

Lost chances
and a missed love

leave silent glances
toward skies above

seeking that cloud nine
where it's believed
heaven waits
and life runs fine

Lost Time
is never found

it passes and never returns
home.

And they sat there
eyes so near
to one another

wondering exactly where
they learned the fear
losing the love
of they're brother

Seems simple to me
that lost love
cannot never be regained
lest we learn to love
learn to love again

seems easy enough to see
lost love
may have remained
best we learn to love again

Say what you will
Take what you need

it's all due to your will
thoughts are the seed

Better take your time
use it wise
cause once it's gone

you're gonna find
even the skies
seem fallen down

Lost in a moment
wrapped in twine
lose what you might
I'll hold on
to mine
cause
it's worth this man's time
to hold to love
love this damned fine

Listen
and I'll sing you away
to a time
we all knew
and let slip away

The song rambles
loose
and now it's free
Time as well rambles
loose
just as free

Believe I'll ramble
some say
I'm a little too free

I believe it's all a gamble
no matter which I wish to be

So why not follow
that drummer
of my own

leave my tomorrow
and fate
to the roll of the bones

Better take what you can
and run on home

some have no reasons
to ever roam

I'll lose no time on the road
for motion is a step ahead

heard it told
stagnant is for the dead

Time rolls on
as so do I
I'll come back home
right after I die

But til then
wouldn't watch for me
not a matter of when
it's a matter of
Eternity.


~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~