"wakin" poems
On the south side of kelso if it's there that ya choose to go
Well if its there ya go then ya just gotta know bout a man named tweaker joe
Now tweaker, he's a scrapper and if ya go down on his door
Don't you worry about wakin him up. He aint slept since 74
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than a five eared dog
Now tweaker hes a scrapper and he likes his shiny things
And he likes to see what fun he has by the chaos that he brings
He got a custom BMX bike with a flashlight on the grill. He got 32 lb of brass in his pack, he got a dope bag in his shoe.
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
NOW Friday bout a week ago Tweaker scrappin cars. But at the end of the alley sat a cop named Thurman and ooh dat cop looked ******
Well he cast his light upon joe cuz Thurman had a plan
Tweaker joe learned a lesson bout messin with a future Sherriff man
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
Well the 2 men took to runnin and hes dragged down to the jail
Joey looked like a wrung out tweaker with a couple of teeth left
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
I whacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
I know a lot of eve's and some get naked
But, I got drunk somehow after shopping and banking
Now I don't need no how on keep waking up wasted
I shot him in his brain and sliced his neck
I wacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
Now it's Christmas Day, I have him here
He's hung in my backyard. Oh, what a deer!
Today's a holiday. We'll serve what's near.
And Rudolph's venison will bring on cheer
I whacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
I'm slicing jerkey
I'm slicing meat
I'm cutting steaks
I'm slicing lean
I cut his brains out
Threw them away
His guts and his *****
Have been turned into hay
I whacked Rudolph, that showoff with the bright nose
Wakin' me up all night on Christmas Eve
Santa had to cut him off the lead pack
Just to make his rounds on Christmas Eve
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
wakin in the mornin feelin weak
afraid to sail
afraid to
"sink or swim"
afraid of the karma
of the water
walkin roads amid all the signs
afraid to live
afraid to die
afraid of the
true sons
(the warriors)
we tell eachother such stories
filled with horror
we tell eachother false tales
of love
afraid of the
holy ******
daughter
well well
here we are
nothin is what we got
nowhere's
the name of the place
afraid to live
afraid to die
afraid of the karma
we see in our face
in the mirror
wakin in the mornin feelin weak
afraid to sail
afraid to
"sink or swim"
afraid of the karma
of the water
wakin in the mornin feelin weak
afraid to sail
afraid to
"sink or swim"
afraid of the karma
of the water
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
he ran away from his unborn child,he thought in his mind he was too young to raise a young child,couse he also was a child.
All he wanted was to be free,young and wild.
As he took two steps back he felt relief,then he believed he could leave,so he left with his believe.
Runing away was like runing to jail he knew not.
Planing to go in drunkiness and in revery that two he knew not.
The mind kept spreading more lies to the morning bread he eated,he was just too weak so his heart was defeated.The unborn child forgotten.The weeping girl weeped and whipe hear tears,but his memory remaind,a picture of him that can never be ereased,that each and every thought of the child evoked the unbearable feelings,the bast of fury flames touring her mind,shouts encrepted in the her heart,on the bed twisting n turning,wakin and sleeping but still she found no rest,internaly bleeding,emotional abused by his pictures
then she thought
thought that abortion might be the solution to the situation that she is in.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
bet you didnt think a white girl could rap
well ***** best back off before i collapse
before i fly off the wall and off the chain
best back off before i give you some pain
we can rap all day but ill show you up
'cause this white girl can rap, that's whats up
got the chain 'round my neck and rings on my fingers
everybody should rap, **** all them lame singers
wakin' up to rhymes and a beat that be poppin'
if i get rappin' there aint no stoppin'
'cause white girl can rap
after the **** you been talkin'
with a few rhyming words
and now you be walkin'
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 5:00 AM UTC
You can not break,
what
has already been
shattered.
But,
if you insist,
you can keep trying.
;)
I'll just start,
Cutting
out
all
catty chatter.
To sit,
to spit,
&
to sulk.
Inside
the silence,
of
a
half-dead
1/2 way house.
Don't lead me on.
If you are
just going to
Drag me down.
I don't have the
"TIME"
for it.
I could wake-up...
"DEAD",
in the morning.
You never know.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
******* ***** I'm dreaming,
of you and another man reaming,
well you are a succubus and a demon,
And I'll tell you right now, its my emotions that you are feeding,
on and on I go tears streaming,
waking up cold sweat beating,
the brows of my forehead and my teeth bleating,
Clashing, gnashing, outside is scary but within it is bleeding,
knife wounds to the gut, butterflies screaming,
I can't even sleep now, covered in my own *****
Hating you, blaming you, dreading the upcoming meeting,
Can't escape it, can't fight it, it is your body I'm needing,
Your soul that still makes me feel like givin',
Up and dyin' here in this bed of my own decievin',
Girl, I'll tell you its our fault I'm leavin,
Dead and unheeded,
Depressed and beaten,
down by the secrets of me you were keeping,
But now it is over and still on my sub-conscious you are eating,
So every time I wake up, half-dead and decreasing,
I still find you, And I find myself singin',
But you deserve no more songs no more revelin,
Not from me, no, you'll find happiness everlastin',
And I know this I can see it, I am dreaming,
And his **** is bigger and its aching,
The torture, the **** the forlorn breeding,
Modern society or mental instability,
I dont know babe, Im ******* crazy,
Lazy but forcefully preceding,
When I tell you I'm flawed and dominating,
You laugh at me, hardly even breathing,
and I cant help but still be believin'
My love, my idolization, it is sickening,
and as the subject, my former accomplice, partner in crime, your sins to are quickening,
You made one mistake and that was never falling,
Ever out of yourself and now your life you'll be living,
Yet that mistake was not yours, nor any others my darlin',
I was simply not the man, a scared abused child buyin',
More hopes and lies to fight the pain of hatin',
Yourself every day wakin',
Up thinkin', without her I'm wasting,
Too much fear, too much pressure, babe you cant even be feelin',
You just gotta sit there and get ******* no performance, no mind rushing,
a thousand miles and still good for nothing,
Failure again, forevermore, the one person you can live without now ignorin',
You, 'Sexually incompatible', and all the gravy,
Still I kept coming of the dream, of the real one, of you and me feeling,
A love greater than love, obsession and needing,
Just one more look, one more hug, one more day of existing,
But now, buttercup, its just me up alone at night, fighting
The memories of you, and, for what its worth,
I'm losing.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
I first found Sundance bleeding in the desert like a dog.
Dirt stuck to him in broken window panes,
he bent his neck toward me in parts.
Spoke through eyes red like Arizona rock.
******* was so *****
looked like the desert spat him up.
Turns out it was the next town over.
They’d never done a proper hanging, before.
What happens when you’ve never done a
proper hanging before is loose hands.
Loose hands have a tendency
toward knives.
Sheriff sort of looked like a cross,
on his back,
that big knife stickin’ straight up like
a piece of glass.
Almost looked like Christ,
all curled up,
shining bright,
golden in all that dust.
Sundance drowned the devil in the Rio Grande.
Sundance had hands that were ****** quick.
I once saw him on a slow day.
Even then, they didn’t get to see the lightning,
people on the wrong end.
All they got was that black-hole barrel.
Must have looked like a third eye, on the other side.
Must have looked like a sunset.
Sundance’s tequila-blues,
a little shimmer, orange, red.
Six sunsets in three seconds
he was that quick.
In Bolivia we met two hundred Federalies
and I first saw him shake.
He said everything’s upside-down on the other
side of the equator and sunsets happen
the wrong ****** direction here.
Said we got lazy and let the Texas
spin us over the wrong way.
I bet he was quick enough to see the lightning
before the black.
Sundance told me when the world ends,
it’ll start in Texas.
Said there’s a few canyons there that’ll swallow
the whole ****** planet if we’re not too careful.
Said we’ll be wakin’ up next to ****** snakes,
before anyone notices.
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 6:31 AM UTC
This is.... The story of a girl,
who pretends that airplanes
in the night sky
are like shooting stars...
In my head, I see her in front of me,
[thinking] I am, I am, I am,
the luckiest...
But her boyfriend? He don't know. Anything.
About her.
...And I don't believe that anybody
feels the way I do
about you now..
And I gotta be honest! I think you know,
I'm covered in lies, and that's ok...
Cause when you're dreamin with a broken heart,
The wakin up- thats the hardest part..
If you'd just realize what I just realized then we'd be
perfect for each other and we'd never have to wonder
if airplanes in the night sky
are like shooting stars.
Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
Rockin' myself to sleep
Cryin' ever so softly
Fightin' with our blankets
Tryin' to find your warmth
Thinkin' of you only
Needin' you deeply
Lovin' you forever & always
Achin' for you to kiss & hold me
hatin' how I torture myself
Worryin' about you not bein' here
Havin' cramps inside
Takin' a deep breath to calm myself
Screamin' in my mind
Knowin' I can't be near you
Breakin' up inside
Crashin' down so hard
Wakin' up; my arms still empty
Feelin' so tired & alone
Drivin' myself crazy
Waitin' for you to be back home
2014
Copyright; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
1) MORNIN
lake glass-still/somewhere a loon is calling;
coffee smells spiralling upstairs.
my bed (piled mattresses/wood floor)
is warm & the little birds
trill in the frontyard by the dodge
while in the woods
foxes/are wakin' up.
2) EVENIN
[dock beers] . . .
on the water
shadflies squirm,
ignorant & simple & doomed.
jackfish tack lazily up and gobble
--taking their meals.
heron stands in the shallows
and from downlake the wind blows
sweetly/and in my head
i hear girls singing.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 3:59 PM UTC
Makin' creatin' a lightspeed igniting conversation, one star nation takes patience to see the people slowly wakin' n' bakin' up like an S.O.S is morse code from herb tokes in the late midnight.
Indigo third eye aliens sailin' in wailin' blues like the sinnerman nina simone and tracy chapman entrapped and entwined like a serpentine mind warp in time like kaleidoscope bhavacakra.
We be inside a cocoon of warmth, while sunsets high atop begets a period of gratitude n' news of ancient wizards of the earth burning sacred stories in sky paintings of clouds in the Canadian north spring equinox.
Fox spirits and raccoon split spliffs from peace pipes at night. Families are reuniting. Trojan horse tricks lift spirits hearin' our kicks and screams howlin' and wowlin' at the moonlight while kali dragons claw away time 'till its an infinite mush of mashed sweet potato pie,
but in order to make one from scratch we must first create the universe.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
I’ve stood on the corner and slow danced with death..
Held it’s chilly hand and took a deep breath of stress..
The cold street seemed to even heave a heavy breath..
It’s weight falling and freezing in layers upon my chest..
Everything was wrong, I could feel the need to progress..
Sick of flippin’ bags, ***** deeds, and all the rest..
Hoppin’ from bar to bar, wakin’ up feelin’ like a ****** mess..
Out to party hard, chance the odds and do it all to impress..
But I woke up one morning and knew for sure that I’d digressed..
I’d found a fool in the mirror an all the sudden the facts coalesced..
I needed an out, a place to go, to soul search, a personal expedition..
All I had to find was a suitable place to make the transition..
To shed my filthy skin and leave New York was my only mission..
I had to start the journey that would to bring myself to fruition..
I sold everything I owned and headed to California on intuition..
I stayed in the rut for a minute but finally overcame opposition..
Without a shred of luck, here I am, a straight up redefinition..
I’m cuttin’ everything bad in out my life with surgical precision..
Becoming a free man to follow my life’s greatest ambitions..
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
I opened up the shell
I found you as my pearl
At first I was in shock
But I belong as your girl
I catch myself wakin up
In the rays of the sun
Cuddling my face
Warming my messy bun
The rays provide light
I can now see
I belong as your girl
And you belong to me
I nustle my face
Right where it fits best
You know the spot
Right between ur shoulder and chest
As I let the heaviness of the dark
Close my eyes
I take in your scent
To only be memorized
I think about the ocean
How it refuses to stop kissing the shore
It makes me think of you
Officially concluding, I love you but more
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
To Em
I’ve been tryin to send you letters for the longest time now
But they’ve got me movin
Bed to bed
Hospital to hospital
Everything is dirt here
They say Im gonna lose both my legs, Em
Truth is I’m scared
I’m far away from home
In this ****** jungle
And I’m just trying to survive
I don’t wanna die Em
I wanna see you so bad. I Know
This is all a dream and in a minute Ill wake up
And you’ll be layin there next to me warm
Your hair all soft on my face
I can smell your perfume
Teardrops
Tell me Em that your waitin for me
That I ain’t comin home alive
For you
And you ain’t there
Em, your my life
Your my angel
Savin me from all of this
I lay here and listen to full grown men cry and beg for death
Men screamin for their mommas
Teardrops
I lay here quiet with my pillow over my head just dreamin about you
Bout us
In my bedroom wakin up in the morning cause the dog wont shutup and has to ***
And I can just get up and let him out
I just wanna walk on the grass in the front yard
Inside your wearin my Led Zepplin shirt just smiling at me standin out there like a fool
I just wanna hear the dogs bark down the street again
I just wanna see my room
**** in my own toilet
Sleep in my own bed
Brush my teeth in my own sink
And for ******* christ’s sake take a shower
I think about you all the time Em
And if I die
I promise no matter how bad it hurts
Ill be thinkin bout you
Takin me to heaven
Kissin me on my shoulder. Huggin me on my neck
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 10:55 AM UTC
im wakin up from ash & dust
i know u missed me i can see ur lust
2 drink my blood
& tear me apart
but now im facing at the wall
cos i know that i wont fall
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
another night sparks the dark to light,
a family is seen.
a home, a job, a life
u begin to search for the thunder.
only to find the other path is chosen.
things make sense as u see him.
an unexpected smile apears on ur lips
knowin that happiness has grown
with the comfort of a home.
u still wonder wat caused the confusion.
thinkin bak u wonder.
what was so appealing to this path
the other was so thrilling.
but just a phase.
somethin that wasnt real.
time to wake.
u look next to u.
hes asleep still.
he snores and twitches.
u smile and no wakin up to anythin different
would never b right.
u stop to think of what if.
if the thunder was chosen wat would happen
u no ull always b curious.
always wantin another taste.
always able to enjoy its presence.
but nothin will change wats meant to b
no matter how thrillin thunder can b.
ur heart is taken...and thats that
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
Yo people need to wake up to break up
Stop fallin' for the same **** that's made up
Over a news spill best part of wakin' up
It's not Folgers in ya cup but exposing the corrupt
They get mad though once I talk that real **** so
This ain't a physical but a spiritual battle
most say they real but be the first to tattle
Like we back in kindergarten I'm plantin' my own
Garden of Eden yo who do you believe in?
I'm chilling off the highs of God third eye
Master the craft between a woman's thigh
Raise my consciousness to an all time high
Understand the basics of ****** alchemy
So when you see me youll see God's army
Angels to demons surroundin' me watchin' em like my closest kin to me
Most ain't who they say they claim to be
Sips of Hennessy to better glance at my enemies
In five D dimension strengthen the loosen to a tension that muy mind was missin'
I'll still rise over y'all still at me sneak dissin' leave no pain remission
They say Tut chill or they'll threaten your will
I feel like how X feel so I aint got time to chill
Forever holding my chrome steel roll only with the real though it'll cost me me appeal and still
I'd rather die a soldier than a coward
Times a thousand real killaz stay wilding
No smiling but I show my teeth hangin' on pains jewels like a Christmas reef
Commander in Chief of the streets it's eat
Or be eaten the ragin' beast is feasting teethin'
For the lost souls to scold in a fold I was told
The good die young and even younger
Makes me really wonder why I was made to live under
The poverty beltline envisionin' my self on the tables of the flat line
with a collapsed spine
Got **** dreams steamed from a gory graphic design
Rejoining my ancestors in the skyline
If you count the stars you'll see my battle scars
From afar do they know we really are
I guess not the angel Michael laid me a message
In ****** scripture so I could see the final picture
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
a kid, leaned up on a wall,
standin in an ally way, same one he inhabits day after day
perfect position for a fiend to find a friend,
but he aint around when the police come lookin,
turnt the corner he's bookin, merch is already hidden
money never left his pocket.
cant afford to find out what happens if he lost it
his profit pays the bills,
feeds his parents addiction , and gives his siblings there meals
he makes every dollor his family has,
stays out till the sun come up sellin bags,
in the morning he steps inside a home
he technically owns gives his mother her morning dose.
goes to make toast for a kid who cant eat cuz his belly ach,
stars to finally doze till his father walks out wakin him up with a broken nose .!!!!
just to escape what he knows its back to the ally he goes.
till the sun go down and the morning shows.
a thinkig problem he cures with notes. made to the beats he hears bumpin down the road.
cant hear the words so he uses his own
simply astar to be just wait till the world know his name.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
Mama knew since i was a fetus
My future minorities cops would beat us
Im screamin' **** they feelings
No love for the police
We used to run the streets
Now fools is scared to get beat
Face defeat
I learn from.scornful.memory
Of my 400 years oppression
Ancestry
My nigguhs aint hearin' me
To busy buyin'
******** that media sells
Smokin' blunts brains fryin'
I aint lyin'
Peep the game 48 to chose from
Dont you know you we apart of Jerusalem?
Got knowledge no longer dumb
When the war starts sound the drum
Aint no telling
Where this world is headin'
So many deep in the game
Tryna make fame and a name
Only to be buried with much shame
*******
In the hood got us insane
When it was started by Regans Gang
But i still hang
With my homies on the block
Tryna teach n preach
These brothers to stop
But **** it never fails
Always a hater on my tail
So many chasin' after dead slave master
And leavin' a grande disaster
Been cocked d since the days of elementary
Seen many brothers behind the penitentiary
But I dont worry
I gotmy mind made up
Breakin' the jaws off the Romans law
Now they wakin' up
Tryna stop me from startin' this
Revolutionary
Fools still belivin' in fairy tales
My lifes out on bail
We gotta make our own team
Intellect over cream
But it seems
We'll never come together
Too busy fightin' each other
While these muthafuckas killin' us daily
So once again will we roam
The streets ?
Are you afraid of the punk police???
Now ask ya self?
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Why the hell do we need more jobs?
Wakin' up before the rooster crows
Brush your teeth wash your face
Put on your clothes fashion fads
Then a quick breakfast
And a cup of Joe
To make money for a corporate
And keep there cash flow
Going going going gone
And the American dream
Is nothing but a mere nightmare
They say you can be what you wanna be
But everything i wanted to be
Requires a certification or a degree
Sounds like ******** to me
Another way of man doing what he does best
Destroying lives its more divorces
No more family meals
Cant feed the poor
But have trillions of dollars for war
Race cards being pulled to keep the majority of the masses fooled
These ******* aint playin'
First they slaughtered the indians
Then the black now they coming after the mexicans
**** Trump he aint nothing but a punk
He circumvents around serious issues
All he cares about is money power and respect
**** the money i want the power
So a message to all yo **** ******* conservatives
What ya gonna do when the boys in blue
Come for you.....
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
eternal soul whenever i die
ask my self why? we all gotta die?
lookin' up in the sky pray
to my heavenly father but y bother
cuz we too busy stuck on sin the gin
penetratin' my brain can't maintain
cuz the pressure building up not
long before i go corrupt
my soul will forever be tryna budge
stay breakin' the grudge
from the devil but it seems like i can never
break free into the sunshine tryna sever
me away from the righteous but i might just
accomplish my mission
reachin' to all the souls is my ambition
steadily loadin' up my ammunition
bustin' at the commission still wishin'
i could break away from this marriage to curses
and divorce her and i find a new wife
as i count down the dayz of my lives
lookin' at all my friends who pretend
to be homies but undercover phonies
too much problems going on
to be upset player hater nation
keepin' us in segregation
lies through the media and the press
daily tryna test all them thugs
pushin' drugs
into the communities then give us
religion separatin' us with
divine unity
still constantly battlin' immunity
so u see all my tru's wake up
and stop being secluded by the news
cuz all they gone do is gone confuse
and abuse your subconscious
wipe away the nonsense
and find terse in your heart
cause u chasin' false pretense
why everybody always try
to bring out the devil in me
i see nothin' but drama
more so than baby mamas
wakin' up everyday to a cruel cruel world
lookin' at all the boys n girls
strugglin' to reach their goals
in life but the strife
keeps us binded blinded by
lucifer deceiving light
eternal sunshine will break free
into the darkness mark this incentive
motivate all in a downfall
stand tall cuz we gone get through it
together wither it be
peace or stormy weather we can
still endeavor
tokes from the ****
to clever my mind and see all the ********
don't ask me why im in a fit?
cuz its hard to survive
just countin' down the dayz of our lives
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Lived my whole life
near water or mountains
and lemme tell ya,
there's nothin like wakin up
next to something beautiful.
I spent all of this weekend drinkin,
partyin and just havin an all around
great time with people I love.
This past month, man oh man,
did I seriously have to revisit
some things that I thought I needed
to stay the hell away from, but
whoh how wrong I was.
Jimmy Buffett songs and
Brand New shows,
takin life as it comes
and givin up everything
for a chance at love.
I can write about God
and morality and whatnot
but if I really dig deep down,
what really matters to me
are the quiet moments.
Those seemingly insignificant
memories, such as teaching
my very young cousin #3 how
to fold toilet paper, so that
his *** didn't itch, evidently
his dad couldn't teach him that.
Am I still a boy?
Hell yes I am, and hopefully
always will be, never giving up
that magic, that wondrous sense
of possibility.
Is it a bad thing, that in moments
of forgetfulness I greet my grandmother
as Wendy Lady and she replies, "Hello Boy."?
Do I still watch the Goonies with rapture
and bliss and yell "Hey you guys!!!"
And yet I have walked through fire and death,
seen darkness in all his guises,
lived and ate and breathed horror
as only Conrad can recount.
I can cook, and clean, and provide for myself;
having lived off and on alone for years
so dare you not think me a child,
but my god I'll never give up that
sense of life, that belief and hope
that any and every day may yet be
and adventure worth the telling.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
It’s a little bit of something
It’s a little bit of somewhere
It’s a little bit of someone
Singing ‘Hallelujah, Take me there.’
There’s a little boy waitin’
And he’s holding on tight.
His open eyelids failin’
Him before the day’s first light.
There’s three men waitin’
They’re walking all night.
By the end of the page
They’re dazed, praising what’s
Before their eyes.
A young woman is wakin’
Each night with a fright.
Her room she’s pacin’
Facing fears about her own little life.
There’s an old man waitin’.
Pots o’ tea all night.
He’s alone in the country
Without company, or sugar or sight.
There’s a little bit of anger
There’s a little bit of pain
There’s a little bit of loving
Smoothing over us all
And bringing us back again
It’s a little bit of something
It’s a little bit of somewhere
It’s a little bit of someone
Singing ‘Hallelujah, Take me there.’
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC