It's So Strange
There you are; you have got no words left to say
Here I am; what’s this game we’ve started to play
Where did everything go; I see it’s smashed on the floor
I won’t ring the bell; it’s the last time I walk out this door
Well there’s my back; is that where you will place the knife
I can’t take your attacks; so I have to leave this type of life
It’s so strange
Things have worked out this way
It’s all rearranged
I can’t find the words to say
My heart is still bleeding
Weathered and faded
Where did we go wrong?
So hurtful and jaded
Now we don’t belong
We’ve fallen and it’s all broken
Well there goes the sun, setting down all around us
Don’t try to explain; your words I cannot trust
Thank God here comes the wind, I can no longer hear your voice
It’s like a never ending sin; thinking this was our only choice
Everything has broken away, there is no understanding
There is a new life to live, look at this seed that I am planting.
Copyright © Robert Stevens | Year Posted 2010
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