It's easy to forgive,
one little lie,  
But when it breaks your heart,
Multiple times,
It makes you feel,
Like you just want to die.

Your chest gets tight,
You cannot brethe,  
You try to speak,  
But the words won't leave.

Your heart now aches,
For the ones you love,  
But you know now,
That they are all gone.

Your trust is gone,  
Forever again,
Deaths strong grip,
Is not a merciful plan.

You lost so much,  
So many family and friends,
All in heaven with god,
Your life gets harder again.

You want to talk,
to the people you love,
But your family and friends,
Too quickly judge.

I just keep it to myself,
Cry alone in the dark,
There's no getting back,
All that I lost.....

I am just a young man
who is dark
like the Graves upon my path

Don't uphold my name
unless I've earned it

I've been cruel and murderous
the darkness made me more violent
a man with no soul
no conscious

My wife left me
With three little kids
Two are toddlers
And one breastfeeds

They sit on the settee
Gazing wonderingly at me
I wonder what they are thinking
What kind of man do they see?

I am a good man
I loved my wife dearly
I tried, I did all I could
Anyone would see that clearly

But I can't stay at home
I must go out to work
And after I'm done
I might take a lady to rock

Because I loved my wife
I lie for her sake
I meet my manly needs
It's a little liberty to take

The society should understand
No one must blame me
That's why I am a man
I must be what I'm made to be

But my wife left me
With three little kids
And since I'm such a man
How do I provide their needs?

When you Live by a Rail Road Tracks...
Behind the House in the, Yard in the Back
When I was young I heard the Rumble of it
Coming to Carry the grain from our Grainery
But no sound of Locomotive hums in the rail
The Grain's now Hauled off by Grain Semi's
This Line got Cut in Budget Shifts.....
So now the only thing to Ride the Rail
Is the Snow as it blows and turns into Drifts
But, on windy Nights some say that
Ghost of the tracks of the Southern,
Blows its whistle as it Rolls Past...


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This icy morning chills me
No warmth for my bones
Just frozen touches of misery
Wind like a Banshee moans

Bitter thoughts in my head
No one to ever tenderly want
For I am one with the undead
As this torment continues to haunt

If only love could come my way
Temptation to warm this soul
Someone to show hope this day
To allow my lost emotions flow