I was looking at the moon and thinking
Of a time that was far away.
I turned and saw your face,
It’s the face that makes me want to stay.
Such an incredible smile,
That lights up a grey and gloomy day.
I want to hold you tightly
And drive all your demons away.
I’ll catch a rainbow
And put it in my eyes for you.
I’ll keep you from crying,
And make sure that you are never blue.
When all the colours run like water,
And the room spins round and round.
And the light and dark conspire
To lift me off the ground.
I look into the distance,
And see you standing there.
I’m looking for all the answers,
But are the questions really fair.
I hear your voice on the wind,
Calling my name for sure.
I turn and try to hold it,
But it slips away once more.
You seem to inspire me,
And know what life’s for.
We are new friends,
Maybe one day we’ll be more.
Written by Robert Meader 05/06/2006
Categories:
meader, loveme,
Form: I do not know?
Even Death Cries Sometimes
I don’t want to go
It can’t be my time yet
Please give me the choice of two paths
Darkness is closing in on me
I close my eyes
But they are not really closed
I hold my ears
But I still hear the screams
I’m walking away
But my feet are not moving
How did I get here?
Where is this place
His hand is reaching out for me
But I don’t want it
I look into his lifeless eyes
As he reluctantly pulls back his hand slowly
It’s too close to home
Scenes that are heartbreaking to watch
But we are cocooned in our own little world sometimes
To really care
To really feel
To really do
But today it could have been me
I watch the TV
I listen to the radio
A story unfolding of
Heartless, faceless people
My heart sinks for a moment
I look into his lifeless eyes
Maybe even Death cries sometimes.
Written by Robert Meader
This was written about the London Bombings, I had all the words down but did not have a
title. Then I watched the film Meet Joe Black. In the film Brad Pitt plays Death and at the end
he cannot have the one love he wants and he cries, I thought to myself, ‘Even Death cries
Sometimes’ and the title came.
Categories:
meader, sympathydeath, death, film,
Form: I do not know?
I don’t want to go
It can’t be my time yet
Please give me the choice of two paths
Darkness is closing in on me
I close my eyes
But they are not really closed
I hold my ears
But I still hear the screams
I’m walking away
But my feet are not moving
How did I get here?
Where is this place
His hand is reaching out for me
But I don’t want it
I look into his lifeless eyes
As he reluctantly pulls back his hand slowly
It’s too close to home
Scenes that are heartbreaking to watch
But we are cocooned in our own little world sometimes
To really care
To really feel
To really do
But today it could have been me
I watch the TV
I listen to the radio
A story unfolding of
Heartless, faceless people
My heart sinks for a moment
I look into his lifeless eyes
Maybe even Death cries sometimes.
Written by Robert Meader
This was written about the London Bombings, I had all the words down but did
not have a title. Then I watched the film Meet Joe Black. In the film Brad Pitt plays
Death and at the end he cannot have the one love he wants and he cries, I
thought to myself, ‘Even Death cries Sometimes’ and the title came.
Categories:
meader, faith, hope, people, places,
Form: I do not know?
I look into the darkness
And the light stays the same distance away
Where have all the people gone
Is my dream the same as everyone’s dream?
Are we always alone and looking
The light was dim and fading fast
It was the mid winter time for us all back then
Waters subsiding, mountains standing tall
I can’t look down at that river of blood
Tears adding to the waters edge
The sky is crying, not weeping for joy
I am walking down this desolation road
Looking for signs of life
Long glances at the burning bush
How long can it burn in the rain?
In and out of my life
The sound of life during war
Talking long and hard in different tongues
Looking out over a sea of hands
Reaching out for our forgiveness
But it isn’t ours to give
Walking without talking
Leaving in a hurray to get back
I see all the faces from my past
But can they all see me?
Written by Robert Meader March 2007
Categories:
meader, war, light, light,
Form: Narrative