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Scot Powers Jan 2013
Sitting by the railroad tracks,watching the trains
slowly, move away(its a game)
All the miles and all the whiles
I wonder just what we gained

Just one night I stayed, Just one night I played
Just one night I stayed, just one night I played

It's been a long time coming
This change come over me
It's been a long time coming
I guess it's up to me

Standing back,watching the veil fall away
revealing things you just could not say(its a game)
I remember the look on your face,when I walked away(its a shame)
there were tears for sure ,but were they real,its hard to say

Just one night I stayed,just one night I played
just one night I strayed ,Just one night  I played

Its been a long time coming
this change come over me
Its been a long time coming
I guess its up to me.
its been a long time coming,
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Steely faces on the battle line
nervous looks as we wait for the sign
just pawns in a sick man's game
you want to leave,Ha .Too late

A cold wind blows across the field
in the air you can smell the fear
ask yourself why must we die
to appease some twisted pride
our faces change every day
in bags we are taken away
Scot Powers Jan 2013
A timeless void
dark and vast
crushing weight of the past
slowly rises to the fore
gliding past my bedroom door
all it wants is my soul
for darker reasons left untold
I curse aloud
and quake with fear
rancid breath,very near
blood red eyes meet my gaze
taste the fear in this place
now and then when I cry
I often think of that time
all alone with my thoughts
a broken window,then pulled out
heavy footsteps on the stair
I have finally made it out of there.
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Standing on the street corner
I watch the world go by
and I start to wonder
everybody's busy
no time to take a rest
it's no wonder
I still see you riding on that pony
looking for all the world
like your in your glory

now you've faded away
like a gin soaked rodeo clown
faded away
like a painting on the ground
your the only one,
I'll never miss

I still see you riding high
in the back of my old chevy
learned a lot about life in that car
man it was heavy
I still see your blonde hair shining in the moonlight
blonde has turned to grey
as though your in your twilight

now you've faded away
like a gin soaked rodeo clown
faded away
like a painting on the ground
your the only one
I'll never miss

Time has gone by
and now i sit on the porch
with my daughter
talk about life and what it means to each other
I still see you riding that **** pony
time has gone by and I realize your so phoney

now your faded away
like a gin soaked rodeo clown
faded away like a painting on the ground
your the only one
I'll never miss
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Took a walk down a lonely beat
nowhere town ,nowhere street
walked in silence listening
to the wind blowing through
the trees

Hoping fortune would smile on me
tortured days turn to tortured dreams
endless lies bear bitter fruit
endless lies conceal the truth

You cant fly on broken wings
You cant fly on midnight dreams
take a look and what do you see
come on baby ,take a walk with me

An empty page in a dusty book
been ten years since I looked
at the pictures of another me
come on baby take a walk with me

You can't fly on broken wings
You can't fly on midnight dreams
take a look and what do you see
come on baby, take a walk with me

Woke up to a smiling face
memory lane was an empty place
distant pictures of another time
another place to conceal your lies

You can't fly on broken wings
You can't fly on midnight dreams
take a look and what do you see
come on baby, take a walk with me
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Silent warnings
dimly perceived
shadows falling
like dead leaves

Just another story
like you and me
dissedent reason
can't ever please

Standing alone
in a crowd
waiting for emotions
to cloud

Cant stand inside the ring
cant even perceive a thing
always striving
for the truth

Making a martyr of
my youth
now it seems
long in the tooth

Keeping young
is just a game
being young  
your voice to gain
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Every morning
same old rush
gather my things
catch the bus

Off to toil
for my bread
while you lie in your bed

But that is not  
the life for me
I must look after
your endless needs

To what end
I ask myself
for all i do
my will must bend

I hang my head
when I have heard
your scathing words
that seem absurd

I bite my tounge
and curse inward
far to often on the verge

To leave you here
for all to see
I've done my time
my mind is free
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