Fallen
Every morning that I wake now I speak your name
This gypsy life I live is the only gut check that causes me pain
I try so hard to bring myself home but time it seems so long
I try so hard looking into your eyes to see if something is wrong
I try running but I am never fast enough
God help me, I need the smallest bit of luck
Well now I’ve fallen
But on my lips your name I’m calling
Is this forever?
This pain well no I never
Felt like this before
Just take my hand and please don’t close the door
These frosty days melt into one, they’re all the same
Like a wounded soldier now I walk like I’ve been maimed
My heart is caged up desperately wanting to find a way out
Searching for a way to show you how I feel so you won’t doubt….
Copyright © Robert Stevens | Year Posted 2010
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