Barry

Barry Dec 2019

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Standing on the edge.
With ground beneath my feet behind me.
And yet nothing ahead.
Not sure what would become of me if I were to jump.
Letting go of the ground below, would I fly or fall.
For the future is never known .

Barry Dec 2019

Broken Butterfly

Butterfly with broken wings, envious of
the setting sun able to rise again.
Through a shattered window seeing dreams
Now to far in the past to be anything.
Yet through this chrysalis of time, things may change.
Wings may mend.
And just as a Phoenix risers from its ashes.
So to might a broken butterfly fly again.

Barry Nov 2019

A name

Likely to be we go unknown when we first arrive.
Only till we are given a name.
Then it is we are known to many before, we may even know ourselves.
For like a gift it is given, yet it's one that last a lifetime if not longer.
And yet a name is only a part of who we are.
The rest is what we make of ourselves.

Barry Nov 2019

Weather

Weather and time are intertwined.
Like friends that have been together a long time.
Hand in hand bringing sun rain hail or snow.
As time can be so to weather can be good or bad.
And yet what ever it be wet or dry.
Just as time we will always need weather to keep things alive.

Barry Oct 2019

Untitled

Looking beyond those eyes so deep.
And that smile so easily given.
To see the you in other ways.
You who makes my day just by being.
Not even by trying or doing, just by being.
Looking
to
see
what I could possibly mean to you.
Or
how
we
even
came to be you and me.

Barry Aug 2019

Untitled

Untangled in this midnight hour.
Still waiting on the sandman who hasn't yet come.
My dreams for the night yet to be seen.
Forgotten am I left to look upon the night sky with jealous eyes.
Knowing not of last nights sleep or the dream that might have been.
Instead I wait hoping to catch some sleep before the day is to start.
No longer worrying about a dream.
Just wanting the sleep that this restlessness has taken.

Barry Jul 2019

What you leave behind

What you leave behind

Walking through the lines of a dead mans mind.
Reading from pages of what used to be alive.
Looking through the eyes of memories left behind.
Trying to peace things together again

It's what you leave behind.
That lives on long after you're gone.
It's what you leave behind.
Right or wrong it's what you become.
What you leave behind.

Yeah the dead don't talk.
No secrets can they keep.
No lies can they tell.
When it's the living who tell of who they used to be.
And all that's left behind that's all that's left to see.

It's what you leave behind.
That lives on long after you're gone.
It's what you leave behind.
Right or wrong it's what you become.
What you leave behind

You can't rewrite what you've done.
No you can't take it back.
It becomes something all of its own.

It's what you leave behind.
That lives on long after you're gone.
It's what you leave behind.
Right or wrong it's what you become.
What you leave behind.

When it comes to the end
When they lay you to rest
All the things you've done still live on
As we walk through the lines of your mind
Reading from pages you've left through time
We'll see you through the eyes of memories you've left behind
When all is said and done laid to rest
What you leave you become

©Barry Andrews 24 July 2016

Thought Id shear one of my lyrics for a change.