Why do the best things end
before they ever really start
and the travesties of life
never come far enough apart
And that always bitter taste
is never washed away
by Johnnie Walker Red,
Minervois or Chardonnay
Why did the sun that rose each morning
choose one day not show
And leave me here in darkness
with no place left to go
Does this mean its gone forever
never to return
Will I never feel its warmth again
will I never feel its burn
Or like the phoenix from the ashes
will it rise again reborn
Over a freshly woven landscape
no sign of sorrow, fear or scorn
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
Why do the best things end
before they ever really start
and the travesties of life
never come far enough apart
And that always bitter taste
is never washed away
by Johnnie Walker Red,
Minervois or Chardonnay
Why did the sun that rose each morning
choose one day not show
And leave me here in darkness
with no place left to go
Does this mean its gone forever
never to return
Will I never feel its warmth again
will I never feel its burn
Or like the phoenix from the ashes
will it rise again reborn
Over a freshly woven landscape
no sign of sorrow, fear or scorn
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