Sing me back home
to where I need to be
sing me a tune of my
memories
tell me a story
of saddened goodbyes
whisper
a melody of tears
that we've cried

belt out the words
with no holdin' back
I need reminders
to get me on track
takin' the old worn
railroad bed
hummin' along
with the ones in my head

Chorus-
Oh.. how I long to hear
that lonesome whistle blow
as a haunting old sounds will recall
remind me of how
it all faded away
as each passin' moment
remind me of gladness
sung just yesterday
where I left my heart....
behind

kindly paint me a picture
of each Broken Heart
torn down the middle
in a red Jagged line
color the shades
in a envious green
crooning blue ink
my heart
to remind

Oh... remind me...,

yesterday's dreams
and promises broken
open my ears to
the sounds of Goodbye
force me to listen
to people I'm hurtin'
watch every tear
as it drops when they cry

Chorus
Oh... how I long ...
to listen
as Sweet Singin' Tunes
will recall
lovely ol' footsteps
of children
dancin' in summer
down vacant Halls
remind me of how
it all faded a-way
of how I got here
with each passing day
hangin' on evr'y word
that you say
whisper
in words
with smilin'  faces
as my mind returns
as it's slowly
retracin'...

and I .....
remember.... when.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

When you endeavour to grow
You'll need to learn how to garden
Because there will be some weeds
nestled in those "empty spaces"

Oh, to be within
the confines of time
even this time
speaks to me
and in time
it's said
all that was to be
then again
the end

It's like a sick twisted game you two love playing.
After a perpetual 24 hours of worrying and over thinking,
the next 24 hours are spent plunging into the depths of dark waters.
I can't escape.
It's like tug of war
and my rope is fraying.
One day I'm on the edge clinging for life
and the next I'm giving in to the idea of death.

Tears swell in the corners of my tired and weary sad eyes.
I am a pearl. Now trapped inside of an Oyster.
If I could find a way out, then the shell would open.
My beauty then shines and brings forth beauty's sighs.
Mistakes. I've made plenty.
I do walk a tight rope. I'm in the Circus.
I walk this "thin line" to "Prove my new act."
However, I sometimes become tipsy. I stagger over.
I find my balancing pole.
I stand tall and walk up and down a once impossible trail.
I have found my "Four Leaf Clover."
Learning from others whom I look up too.
Bright lights which shine.
The "Dr. Marian Luther King,jr.'s, the Kennedy's, and the Elton John's" in people's higher qualities is what gets me by.
I followed their lead and left the "big top."
I earned my ticket on board a train to Broadway.
Where drama, mistakes, and success make one a Hero or a Legend.
Instead of an outcast, a mistake that was made too many times, and also a lone Ranger. Who has  a bounty on his head so high that people seek him out to cash in his life. Rather than to watch him perform his "act."
I've cleaned the rough edges.
I wipe the tears from my tired eyes.
I take advantage of a well earned sleep.
This "actor," now on Broadway, dreams deep.
Planning his next story line on his typewriter.
For his once mysterious and unclear story, "of  his life," has now been best told on the stages of the Legends and Stories. Where they have  already been expressed upon them.
Long before a rocky end due to a man never "seeing the candle" that e was
"In the wind" as Elton sang so beautiful of Maryilyn Monroe.
He never was "blown to darkness and smoke." from clinging to his older "act."
He now shines brighter, still.
He is the Actor who earned his presence on the stages of history.
He has created another "Sold out show."