Charmaine Chircop Poet Lyric

Where Do We Belong

 Where do we belong      Where did We go wrong

Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay

I look back in Yesterday      I swear I can still hear you play

A latino  boy playing his guitar     Singing a love song

to a brown eyed girl born in the month of May.


The  candle burns no light      Our flame has slowly died

No more stars to watch     No sweet kisses in the night.

The ardent  river of fervent dreams has dried

No cheek to cheek     No smiles to greet     We left it all behind.

You are not here    I am not there       
 
Like a  moon  at dawn        We are forever gone.



Where do we belong    Where did we go wrong

Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay.

I look back in Yesterday      I can still hear you play

A latino boy playing his guitar    Singing a love song

to a brown eyed girl   born in the month of  May.


Promises buried in the sand    where once he held my hand

Can't hear his voice       In darkling silence  now I stand.


Is it time to let us go         How will I ever know

If I should   shut  the door       or wait  for his return.


Where do We belong  Where did We go wrong

Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay

I look back in Yesterday       I can still hear you play

A latino boy playing his guitar  born in the month of May. 





A revised repost  of one of my  first simple lyric  poems written way back.

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Kevin Leake January 9, 2017 at 10:27 AM A beautiful lyric Charmaine, I loved the latino boy playing his guitar to your song!!! Best wishes Kevin

Maurice Yvonne January 9, 2017 at 8:53 AM Pure dynamite! A Fav! Would love to hear this with music.

John Loving Iii January 8, 2017 at 2:00 PM I wish I could hear you sing it. But the meaning of it I get completely.

Robert Lindley January 8, 2017 at 11:07 AM Great lyrics. Lost love is a bird that never flies away in our mind. We see it and then start our wishing how things had been better, had turned out different. Your fine poem sets that stage and then some. Tis why it is so great in my mind!

Doug Vinson January 6, 2017 at 8:52 PM Charmaine, haunting, beautiful and sad. My wife was born in May, and so were the three previous girlfriends in my life, going far back into history.

Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2017 at 7:20 PM I love the refrain. It could be a song for sure, Charma. I too have these kinds of memories and they are so stirring. Lovely!

Alexis Y. January 6, 2017 at 7:11 PM Hi Charma, I loved these heartfelt lyrics. I could just imagine hearing them being played on the radio. A without a doubt seven and a fav:-) Alexis

Jan Allison January 6, 2017 at 4:32 PM such a beautiful lyric Charma:-) hugs Jan xx

Chris Green January 6, 2017 at 3:14 PM I could here this as I read it today, it has it's own built in melody, the words, the phrasing just sing to me as I read this. I can hear a Spanish guitar playing throughout. This was beautiful Charmaine.

Tim Smith January 6, 2017 at 2:30 PM Such a beautiful song. A terrific piece that needed to be resurrected. ..Have a happy weekend.

Eileen Manassian January 6, 2017 at 2:14 PM Amazing, my sweet. Simply amazing. This will be a smash hit. So many lines I love...but the month of MAY! Yes....I'm a May baby too. Hugs, sweetie.