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Feb 2012
Somewhere inside of me
Hides something deep

I don't know who put it there
Or why

I tell myself I'm new

But other times
I look in the mirror
And see a face that
Doesn't have a clue

When she left
She was gone

When she left
She took something
So I no longer
Seem to belong

I am not tired
And I am not weak
But when I open my mouth
It is difficult to speak

I tell myself keep on
There are more ways to be
But when I open my eyes
It ain't what I want to see

When the hours pile up
And the days seem all the same
I swirl the drink around in my cup
Wondering if the moment already came

Hear the birds
Call out in a sky
Flying just for free

A cry of the wild
Turns its shoulders
With knowing pride

As the kite I am holding
Has lost the wind
Underneath its wings

Take out the sorrow
For I'll need it not
Tomorrow

Here alone
Desperate caste in stone
Upstairs the whispers
Are becoming quite clear I fear

Old friend of the literary
Where did our journey begin?

Have we turned the corner
Of wretched conceit and misery again?

I tell the truth when I can
And white lie's when I will
I am not straight as an arrow
And I don't carry my troubles around
In a red wheel barrow

I don't get down on my knees
Trying to get me to believe
For what I see is what a breathe
As the Spring apples hang in their trees

She left him like expression leaves the body
Out the door and into another man's hand
When we are left behind
Names don't matter, neither does time

What were you looking for,
When you came around my shore?
I told you everything you wanted
Everything you wished granted

Now I'm standing in the shadows
With no place and no mouth to feed
Outta' here and outta' mind
I don't even have the will to need

Sister your halo is starting to fade
I heard you never learned how to obey
All the in the men in world have tried to love you
But I'm the only one who knows that'll end soon

Tried to get home yesterday
On a bus without any code or creed
I watched some man talk to one fine young woman
She looked out the window as the man was fumbling

I took it out to a place
I had never been before
And when I got there
My heart was weak, wrecked, and sore

We turn the thing around
As I watched a man in blue fight the sun
The fields were green as the highway was vast
The wood and sail strong up in the mast

The dust settled as I mettled
With my thoughts and my mind
Telling myself the truth is out there
That there has to be another way

Off the bus and down the street
I heard BD's slow soft beat
As my body relaxed she walked by
Wearing a coat and my favorite black tie

I walked behind her for miles n' miles
Just to see if I could catch a smile
Into the woods she wandered without a pack
She never turned around, only showed me her back

When she started to run I followed her
She stripped off her clothes like a wild herd
Into the lake the clouds shone down white
I lost her when the sight became too bright

In a sweat I woke up shaking and taking
Every lost moment I could recall
She was always so close yet so far away
Love in the distance but no heart to begin
Written by
Mitchell
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