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Nov 2015
I knocked on your door a little after twelve
You were lying on the floor staring through a valve
Nothing going in, but only emitting out
You’re suffocating within all your doubt
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I looked in your eyes for something past your pain
I began to realize the beauty that was plain
Yet still your thoughts grew darker than the night sky
But God’s love is stronger even when you cry
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I saw you in the day a smile was on your face
Everyone thought you were okay but that was out of place
I saw the scars and tears I saw the broken heart
I know your pain and fears tearing you apart
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I walked home with you last night in the pouring rain
Your heart was sore and contrite never having a name
So I hope you know that I am still here
Every time you go to the mirror dear
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I reach my hand out again but only to myself
The mirror is my den evidence of the gulf
Between ideals and life oh shame the little dreamer
Struggling in his strife there is a day that will be cleaner
Duncan Grant Bell
Written by
Duncan Grant Bell  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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