I know its way passed Christmas for some reason I am getting old and witless it comes with age this forgetfulness it shows no signs of leaving so please be forgiving.
13 years has it been that long? since you left the beer can on his headstone our little brother had been gone two years as I look at your picture here I am noticing the gray in your beard it was there 13 years ago it brings back my tears sometimes when I look in the mirror I see your face because you were my brother we favored one another so, you see for me and my fate there will never be an escape
I can't match your fancy words I do understand them however I found you listen good for a man You have read between some of my lines You leave me nowhere to hide You are right with most of your remarks Some of them even smart
He could be watching He could be stalking He could be packing all his tools He could be working it all out in his mind He could be sneaking up behind you
She could be walking home from school She could be unlocking her car door She could be in her own home
Their eyes meet She could be praying and begging Then it hits him Down he goes Not understanding the ringing in his head Or the blood running out of his nostrils In a few seconds she is free and flees In a few more the intruder lay dead
The power of having firearms in the home How else would she be able to drop him like a stone.
In this realm of the sphere where I am Life strums the different strings of my heart I go so far back sometimes I am afraid I will lose my way home I have to carefully pick Which strings to play or fret to hold To get just the right note So, I don't fall to far back Is it yours's or mine I fell into They are to close it's hard to tell.