For Krystle
Thanks for all the memories,
Throw your caution to the wind,
We knew the cost of revelry,
Would somehow be the end.
Leave the endless games we played,
On this bloodless battle ground,
We all just wanna steal away,
And leave these streets without a sound.
Sick of writing love songs
For a love that's long since gone,
But I just can't help but wonder why
We carried on this long.
Was it faith in a slowly dying dream
That held you in my arms,
Or waiting till the time was right
To say it all went wrong?
Now I'm typing down these troubled times,
And feeling like a lie,
Even though I know I'll rise again,
I'll never make the sky.
When I saw you last, you had the key
To your paradise beyond,
But baby, how sad it is to think
You merely changed the song.
The words have changed in depth and feel,
But the music still remains,
And it's like a dagger in the heart
to know we're both to blame.
I would have gladly suffered for
Atonement of your sin,
But we both know Jesus paid that price,
and I'm no savior among men.
Now you're somewhere in midday,
But here, daybreak's coming on,
The sullen thoughts that plagued my mind
Of those misspent days are gone.
But the road I ride's not lonesome,
'Cause I know you're still with me,
For the love we knew, I know, was true,
But we both had to be free.
R.Chirino III copyright@2015
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