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~ “If I leave here tomorrow” Lonely days of glass dividers and tissue boxes Pecking away like a chisel on some old piece of granite Feeling the pain of each sorrowed sentence Carving words on obsolete paper in faded scratch marks “Would you still remember me?” My reflection finds me a stranger of warped shapes Names bounce off of walls and scatter to the stained floor I have read those pieces of promised hope and lover’s sins Said my peace in volumes straight from my heart “For I must be traveling on now” It seems the shadows have faded into a still breeze Hectic lives infuse dancing dreams with left over cottage cheese Faces are seen, hiding in plain site, hoping not to be found Bins overflow with the un-perused and wishful thinking “Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see” Beyond this horizon is calling in a faint echo Winding paths offering more than what I have, whispering on slow winds Forgotten, in due time, as another sun sets And a mourning dove coos my sad farewell “I’m as free as a bird ~ now”
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Free as a bird ~ now
~ “If I leave here tomorrow” Lonely days of glass dividers and tissue boxes Pecking away like a chisel on some old piece of granite Feeling the pain of each sorrowed sentence Carving words on obsolete paper in faded scratch marks “Would you still remember me?” My reflection finds me a stranger of warped shapes Names bounce off of walls and scatter to the stained floor I have read those pieces of promised hope and lover’s sins Said my peace in volumes straight from my heart “For I must be traveling on now” It seems the shadows have faded into a still breeze Hectic lives infuse dancing dreams with left over cottage cheese Faces are seen, hiding in plain site, hoping not to be found Bins overflow with the un-perused and wishful thinking “Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see” Beyond this horizon is calling in a faint echo Winding paths offering more than what I have, whispering on slow winds Forgotten, in due time, as another sun sets And a mourning dove coos my sad farewell “I’m as free as a bird ~ now”
Written with the help of Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Free Bird" lyrics.
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
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