Spinning Head
As the music is playing
My head is spinning
The notes of the guitar
Seem to pierce deep inside
Wrapping its icy grip
Around my heart
And tug tug
On my heart strings
As I sit alone in the dark
With the cold air of winter
That drifts through the cracks
Cracks of the house
I imagine a better time
A better place in my life
A time when the sun was shining
Down on me and warm smiles
The warm smiles of summer
Were all around
I guess that's why
The expression is fair weather friends
When the storm brews
In the distance
The first sound of thunder
They scatter and leave one alone
Alone as you were at the start
In the end we're all alone
And no one will ever be standing by us
Just us and our maker
(This is not mine but my grandson who lives with me and suffers from depression. His name
is Cody Waldrop.)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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