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Aug 2017
Pushing her soft hands through long jet-black hair
Sees her own reflection, into darkness she stares
Running her finger across the rim of her glass
Begging to be set free from decisions past
Over and over from the bar stool she stares at me
temptation burns me inside
Straight through the bottom of a half empty whisky glass
I see the pain that she hides

I’m just a man with a place down the road
You look real beautiful sat all alone
That ring on your finger doesn’t shine much no more
All faded like the smile you once had too
Take my hand and walk out this room
Let me strip you bare and carry your pain
A passionate embrace you can never explain

Somewhere in the city, was a husband
His wife was pretty, said he loved her
They had a daughter, and lots of money to buy nice things
She wasn’t at home, he was alone
Photographs of their wedding day
line the hallway
And on the coat hook one peg was empty
That wife was with me, money can buy you nice things
But can’t place love inside of that ring

He sits and he wonders where it all went wrong
That beautiful maiden asleep in my arms
Twisting his wedding ring round and around
Her shallow breath in my ears the only sound

Fly away, fly away it shouldn’t be this way you can live here in my arms
You only have one life you shouldn’t be his wife, set yourself free if you want

You wake in the morning and put on your ring
The smell of the autumn and songbirds of spring
You open the door only leaving your scent
In the hollow of the pillow where your body laid

Back home as she walks through the door, her head bows down
Her eyes meet the floor
One night of passion won’t fill that deep void
Of lack of affection from one that you loved
And the truth will come out in those words that aren’t spoken
And the guilt that you carry leaves you void of emotion

Now I walk these bars every night
Hoping that lovers will end up in a fight
And there will be a mark on her finger where a ring one did sit
And a place in her heart where mine will just fit
Fly away, fly away it shouldn’t be this way, she should be here in my arms
You only have one life, you shouldn’t be his wife just set yourself free if you want
Written by
Jay 1988  England
(England)   
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     Jamadhi Verse
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