The name of that small town
The name of that small town I will never reveal,
I have courage and strength to fight this nasty war
That keeps me captive in darken dreams,
I know the words of he who hunts me,
I see the butterflies screaming while they fly
Deep into the night skies, I will always follow
The golden light that shines deep into my eyes.
In this small town, I know so well,
The people tries so hard to give me a life of hell,
They go around town lighting their lamps,
While an old man rings the town church bell,
I can hold my breath in my lungs,
Just as they can, So, what makes them think
They are better than me?
I can reach deep into the sea floor,
I can even dance upon on the sand,
My words are strong yet smooth,
In this small town, there is so much hate,
It’s hard for many to keep faith,
I have reasoned with many about their dark ways,
Oh, how the haters eyes stayed on me while they cried,
While they drowned their souls in more lies,
They would stalk out my life
Trying to shame my name,
With time, I would see their bodies float on the surface of the sea
Into darken dreams they weep,
My heart is strong when I walk into the streets
Of the small town that weeps,
They always talk about me and call me so many names,
In their eyes are the envy of true jealousy,
But my heart is soft enough to sense the murmuring
Of the crying skies, that hold the gloom of late June,
Where the white stage is made for me to walk,
While the old small town do their talk,
Hang her up they would say,
While they cast stones to break my bones,
My feet are swift to flow the tears that fall to my feet,
I would walk while they cry out into the rain of pain,
They would no longer call out my name in shame,
But they would ask me to stop the pain,
The mountains are lit with the glowing flames
Of the fire the haters made,
My footsteps no longer felt the burns,
The words of my hates of the small town only echoes
Into the flam, the shadows of the night creeps on into my life,
In this small town, I had returned,
But I will never reveal the name of the small town that given
Me so much heartaches, while the fools surround me,
Casting their stones,
they relentlessly Waite to see if I would fall,
but I stayed strong through it all,
silence became a friend out into the crying wind,
Oh, my own jealous sister why tell lies?
Why do you try to be me? If I am all that bad,
Your jealousy hold evil to me,
Much has been lost between us,
We are sisters but we act like strangers,
You always try so hard to cast danger my way
While you play your games on the highway,
I am brave and I will always keep my faith,
I am enough to hold true love in my soul from long ago.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1978
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
The name of that small town
The name of that small town I will never reveal,
I have courage and strength to fight this nasty war
That keeps me captive in darken dreams,
I know the words of he who hunts me,
I see the butterflies screaming while they fly
Deep into the night skies, I will always follow
The golden light that shines deep into my eyes.
In this small town, I know so well,
The people tries so hard to give me a life of hell,
They go around town lighting their lamps,
While an old man rings the town church bell,
I can hold my breath in my lungs,
Just as they can, So, what makes them think
They are better than me?
I can reach deep into the sea floor,
I can even dance upon on the sand,
My words are strong yet smooth,
In this small town, there is so much hate,
It’s hard for many to keep faith,
I have reasoned with many about their dark ways,
Oh, how the haters eyes stayed on me while they cried,
While they drowned their souls in more lies,
They would stalk out my life
Trying to shame my name,
With time, I would see their bodies float on the surface of the sea
Into darken dreams they weep,
My heart is strong when I walk into the streets
Of the small town that weeps,
They always talk about me and call me so many names,
In their eyes are the envy of true jealousy,
But my heart is soft enough to sense the murmuring
Of the crying skies, that hold the gloom of late June,
Where the white stage is made for me to walk,
While the old small town do their talk,
Hang her up they would say,
While they cast stones to break my bones,
My feet are swift to flow the tears that fall to my feet,
I would walk while they cry out into the rain of pain,
They would no longer call out my name in shame,
But they would ask me to stop the pain,
The mountains are lit with the glowing flames
Of the fire the haters made,
My footsteps no longer felt the burns,
The words of my hates of the small town only echoes
Into the flam, the shadows of the night creeps on into my life,
In this small town, I had returned,
But I will never reveal the name of the small town that given
Me so much heartaches, while the fools surround me,
Casting their stones,
they relentlessly Waite to see if I would fall,
but I stayed strong through it all,
silence became a friend out into the crying wind,
Oh, my own jealous sister why tell lies?
Why do you try to be me? If I am all that bad,
Your jealousy hold evil to me,
Much has been lost between us,
We are sisters but we act like strangers,
You always try so hard to cast danger my way
While you play your games on the highway,
I am brave and I will always keep my faith,
I am enough to hold true love in my soul from long ago.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1978
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
