when exhaustion sets in
its good to curl up in my
mind, and think about you

year after year, lap after lap, I'm trying to catch
someone I think I should be
and if I do, and cross that finish line first, what then
am I the hero for that day, then I have to keep repeating
sounds exhausting
I'm more of the horse and buggy type
moving slowly but surely, taking it all in
enjoying each day I have to the fullest
the race will end and the flag will drop when He is ready

come back home my dear
the flowers miss your sweet scent
for they droop in a helpless state

come back home my dear
these wall won't hold a love song
only the ballads of lonliness

come back home my dear
I am lost without you
I even burnt the toast

come back home my dear
come back home my dear
as I lay this wreath upon your grave

Empty hallways, forgotten voices
pictures hang, dusty and off balanced
cobwebs spread from door to mirror
a young rat scurries past the broken floor

His portrait still hangs over the fireplace
a spider runs down his well-shaped nose
each brush stroke is thick and sculptured
dust collects on it as sand dunes

The windows cracked,the night air blows
dead trees peer down at slamming shutters
howling dogs are echos past
his spriits surround the acre

This house, this legend infinte
remembers it's myths fool false illusion
truths and lies untested questions
of how he lived alone from living

slowly ,I'll add the soft piano chord to the background
with the high c note suspended for ten measures
then bring it down to catch the melody I get from you
the words you phrase are little notes that tingle my senses
they dance in front of my eyes as I lock them into my memory
as I play them over and over again when I think of you

when a whisper turns into a rumer, no one is safe
as I remember those soft fingers and tender touch
that numb the lies

the essance of a battle, can be found in the vortex
of the combatants who's sores are scarred memories

If you feel alone on this earth you won't be
you still have your ego

If the mistakes you make multiply
you can subtract each one by love and commitment

those old memories of you come to me from time to time
just a simple word or catchy phrase will spark them
a sly smile creases my face, useless I am the rest of the day