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The winds of change are rising
A dream is falling through
The winds of fate are blowing strong
You're wanting someone new

The winds of change are painful truths
I know I've lost my place
Don't have to read your mind to know
It's written on your face

          STILL I KNOW I CAN NEVER CHANGE
          SO I'LL JUST HAVE TO PRAY...
          THE FICKLE WIND WILL RISE AGAIN
          AND BRING YOU BACK SOMEDAY

It's funny how you wanted me
Before I loved you so
Now that I can't hold it back
I feel that cold wind blow

           CHORUS
I believe I am the one
Who has your needs measured
Who answers every yearning
Coming from deep inside you
The mission I aspire to
Is only to fulfill you
It was assigned to me
Back when the stars were born
To be here for you only
My first quest and my last
Till oceans dry
And suns burn out
For some reason

I would love to heal

The distrust in your eyes
You're the prettiest
Of the songs
I ever wrote
You warmed every lyric
Every note
When I look at you my pen
Pours words that never end
Oh the goodness there
Is more than words can quote
You're the prettiest
Of the songs
I ever wrote
 Apr 2014 WARNER BAXTER
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
 Apr 2014 WARNER BAXTER
amrutha
The tears are yours,
the pain is mine
The wounds are yours,
the blood which runs out?
Mine.
The fears are yours,
the trials are mine
The problem is yours,
Just who the hell am I?
Louis Brown · 21 hours ago

Copyright Louis Brown and Warner Baxter

I only like the young ones
The beautiful and tall
If they've got it all together
It's for sure I'm gonna fall
Every spring and summer
I go through that same phase
But winter chills this heart of mine
And we go our different ways

I get bored way too easily
No woman likes me long
We're incompatible in love
But it's sad to be alone
It's just the natural way of things
As love goes against the grain
I can't change my ways for her
As the pleasure turns to pain


AND TONIGHT ONCE MORE I'M OUT OF LOVE AGAIN
BACK OUT IN THE COLD COLD NIGHT WITH THAT OH SO ICY WIND
SUMMER DAYS ARE MEMORIES AND WINTER JUST STORMED IN
AND TONIGHT ONCE MORE I'M OUT OF LOVE AGAIN

I only like the young ones
The beautiful and tall
The brunette or the redhead
Or the bleach blond Barbie doll
Where there's smoke there's fire
It burns up in a blaze
But love can't last forever
'Cause we have such different ways

I get bored way too easy
no woman loves me long
It's my incompatibility
Though it's sad to be alone
so as I travel down this road
And I sing my sad love song
I'll keep rollin' town to town
Till this highway leads me home


CHORUS
Why do we ever say goodbye
When we know this love won't die
We should not let pride mislead us
In our hearts it's clear we need us
We're so sure our dreams can fly
Why do we ever say goodbye
I remember holding hands with you
I remember shooting rubber bands at you
I pushed you in the swing
And heaven's bells would ring
Memories make my yesterdays brand new
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