Softly wishing wishes in
my head
dreaming I'm not alone in my bed
living every day desperately afraid
I'm in
a life I've for a long time made
crying out for passion
in the middle of the night
living off the rations
from friends who hold the light
standing strong, looking
brave
is this the best I can do
will I never again taste love
will I never again be
new
Softly wishing wishes in my head
dreaming I'm not alone in my bed
living every
day desperately afraid
I'm in a life I've for a long time made
Sipping life like a
wine well aged
from a glass finely crafted of rage
admiring the wonders of healthy
souls
is my life simply for creating goals
reaching out for straws
too short to
hold
fighting twisted laws
for this I'm too old
where are all the answers
that I
once easily knew
and the holder of my heart
to whom I'd say "I love you"
Still I'm sipping life like a wine well aged
from a glass finely crafted of rage
admiring the wonders of healthy souls
and my life seems simply for creating goals.
by Erik Tyme @ 7-18-96 |
