Hollow Persuits

you tell your self, he had it commin' your friends "felt" that he was gunnin' on your tongue the taste of sour grapes another one of your great escapes wagon train.. smoke and dust- there is no love, where there is no trust- we stagger on, blind and numb... face to face with what we've become hollow persuits... what's the use? there is no hope where there is no love logic, bought and sold- how was i to know? a child on a swing, untouched by deceit- removed from times' rust she, wanted very little- a smile, any small display of love.... years of wasted tears, shattered dreams, dishes and empty cups over used excuses, blame, and abuses enough, never close or touched without hope, there is no love- within a childs' heart, resides..... a secrete place, where love quietly , paiently, resides.... cm brady may 07