I make my bed on cold hard ground I raise up long before first rays of dawn It's a life I choose I am not bound I feel it's my way of being sound
When I keep my mouth zippered down I find that my words not going round Causing pain on both ends of stick And my wounds I don't have to lick
When upon the woods I rail All alone like ship on sail I find life full of mystery As truths are revealed to me Give me time that's unadorned Oak and acorn pine cone woods so thick Until God blows out my wick
im tired. im tired of watching cuts slowly heal over and bruise. im tried of begging for help.. silently. im so tired. i cant even hold my head up anymore. but you know, im flexible. you can pull me and i wont break. not yet anyway
I compare you to A warm summer's day Your beautiful and bright and You shine on me every day And in my life and you make me Smile every day and sweetheart Your the beauitful sunshine In my life every day.
You’ll become a poet of habit A Monday’s offer in the supermarket Your words will sell themselves To feed the overfed Alas You don’t like the idea Yet You’re consumed by it.