The collection of Sundays
The days of drifting by
The lazy sunny rays
Sitting back , getting high

Thought those days
would never end
But time says
They have to bend

I always kept a fire
burning in my heart
Wound up being the liar
Who turned it into an art

When I lost the light
within me
When I gave into the fight
That defeated me

When the love left
The feeling I used to know
It left my heart cleft
Reeling from the blow

It was summer time
Thunder from the storm
Started humming a line
from a tune well worn

The night has its way
You could not take mine
With nothing to say
you cut the knot that binds

The silence hung heavy
Like summer dew
Like fog on a levee
So it was with me and you