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You color my dreams with laughter
You give comfort as I sleep
Your smile, your eyes refresh my soul
My heart just skips a beat
Your soft whisper soothes my mind
Like a calm breeze on the sea
As you softly come into my mind
As you lay right next next to me
Time just tiptoes along its way
As embraced in love are we
Softly, gently caressed by you
As you give your all to me
I taste those lips of honey
I feel your warmth as you glow
Just to know that fulfilment engulfs us
In time will flourish and grow
Yes, you color my dreams with laughter
You give comfort when I sleep
But when I awake and you’re nowhere around
My hearts beaks down and weeps
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He came back scarred inside his mind
At the carnage he’d witnessed overseas
As unseen sounds haunted him after dark
And caused all the non-dark things to flee
How long he wondered as the darkness crept in
And those voices started their rituals once more
The sounds of battle, of dying, then silence
And that pacing across the hardwood floor
He knew in his heart this couldn’t keep up
Without his mind going completely insane
But the VA had no answers for his nightly trauma
And only pills were administered for his pain
His wife couldn’t handle the man she knew not
So alone he now wrestles those demons once more
And yes once again when the silence gets broken
The voices come alive like they always did before
The county buried the old man just barely thirty
In a plot in the back of cemetery row
No words were spoken, no tears were shed
Just another soldier who couldn’t let it go
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It was six days past the seventh
I was on the road again
Putting distance in the rear
Of the places I had been
Left that girl in Amarillo
The one in those nice blue jeans
Headed for San Francisco
In that city filled with drag queens
It’s been three years since I’ve seen home
Guess I’d better retrace and head on out
Mama is probably still praying
You can bet on that no doubt
After all that time chasing rainbows
And all that time wasting space
I’m right back where I started
Boy I still love this old home place
Found a different crowd down at Floppy’s
But still sipping on wicked brew
Still playing eight-ball
And eating up that bar-b-que
The mayor’s not the same
Seems everything’s changed round here
Guess I’ll join this different crowd
And have another cold beer
I see all those girls I dated
Done up and got themselves married off
Bankers, realtors and a mayor’s son
Except for Sarah who landed one of the cloth
Things aren’t the same as I left them
Time stands still for no one
So I’ll say good bye again to mama
And get this rig on a western run
I’m pulling into Waco
Dog tired with eyes are turning red
I’m signing off for the evening
And getting myself ready for bed
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Her eyes tell a story but nobody hears
So she just lives it all behind her anguished tears
She just can’t seem to fight off all of this pain
Of those demons that are still picking her brain
The life she’s been living, well nobody sees
And it’s gone beyond sickness, it’s now a disease
No one wants to be bothered, it’s just not their place
So they just walk away and never look at her face
She only wants freedom, but it seems nobody cares
So she sits all alone in the corner and just stares
She’s looking for hope, help or just a friend
But those that she knows just can’t comprehend
She’s now in a ward in some shady place somewhere
But nobody visits her, it’s like nobody cares
Her mind is far from better, but it’s closer to death
Which seems a blessing to her as she breaths her last breathe
Soon she’s forgotten by those who shunned her in life
They’re into who’s dating whom and who what’s his names wife
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It’s now just an old run down structure
With broken window panes and all
With hinges rusting away with time
And cold air rushing down the hall
But once it housed our family
And kept us together back then
With the fireplace blazing with all its might
To equalize that howling wind
And there was mama in the kitchen
And the aroma still lingers on
Of bread and rice and sugar syrup
That was blessed in our home
And to that old wood cooking stove
A salute for those loving times
With all us gathered round for warmth
With meal prayers that were so sublime
Yep, that was way back yonder
But you know I still visit it some days
Inside my head and smile a lot
With us children hard at play
You know to us money was nothing
We grew what we ate back then
And hand me down clothes with patches
We could of been old Huck Finn
I still remember and chuckle some days
When an old wooden structure I see
Cause once or twice or maybe more
Inside there is where we would be
It’s now just an old run down structure
With broken window panes and all
With hinges rusting away with time
And cold air rushing down the hall
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From an old wooden shack
Beside a long dusty road
In the county ten miles from town
Their bare feet did stroll
In the thirties eating dust
Following the slogan California or bust
As jobs around here were nil, if found
Many an old automobile
With those slick and worn wheels
Heading west in search of that gold
As they bypassed the New Deal
Looking for a job and a new start
With blistered feet and bleeding hearts
Near starvation and shivering from the cold
No jobs only heartaches
And no vagrants wanted here
Lord, they’d heard all these words before
As now hunger was their fear
From the dustbowl of the thirties
To the California coast
Finding only hatred and closings of the door
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I parked along Lucky Street
Down in the Atlanta area Sunday
And decided to take a seat
In a small park along the way
It was so peaceful and quite
No one was mingling anywhere around
Except the squirrels and birds
That were scratching and playing on the ground
Well it wasn’t too long before
I wasn’t alone on this side of town
An older gentleman who smelled of alcohol
And Sunday morning going down
He took a seat next to me
And I figured he wanted to bum a ride
I noticed he did have a paper sack
With I supposed his bottle hidden inside
Well he sat there and muttered not a word
He just stared out into space
And then he turned directly at me
And we were now face to face
He said, I reckon you think I’m crazy
For living this kind of life
But it’s all I know now
Since I lost my son and my wife
You see I wasted all those years
I spent working tooth and nail
And throwed it all away
When the booze created this hell
I didn’t know what to say to him
I just sat there like a knot on a log
My mind was all clouded up
And my thoughts was in a fog
He says to me with his southern drawl
I reckon you think I’m a fool
For leaving everything behind
And breaking all the golden rules
But when that car went of control
And killed my wife and son
I had nowhere else to turn to
And that’s why I’ve been on the run
Life ain’t what it was before
And yes I’m paying the piper still
I just wish a million times over
I hadn’t been behind that wheel
But I can’t change anything about it
And I sure can’t change how I feel
But thanks for listening to me
It helps a little to get it off my chest
And now I’ll leave you to your morning
As I’ll drink since that’s what I do best
I sat there after he had been gone awhile
And thought of what he had said
About his wife and son and all
And how he was having to sleep in that bed
I thought about my own life
And swore that when I got home
I’d spend some time with my family
And not be too busy using my phone
I reckon the Lord sent him my way
And I thank Him from the bottom of my heart
Cause now I’m putting work in a different perspective
And asking my wife and son for a new start
I’m sure they’ll look surprised and all
But now my eyes have been opened wide
And work’s gonna have to take the back burner
Cause I’m now a changed man inside
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THE MORNING WAS PLEASANT, THE WEATHER WAS FINE,
BREAKFAST OUT OF THE WAY, FISHING WAS ON MY MIND.
I’D WAITED ALL WEEK, BUT IT HAD FINALLY ARRIVED,
GOING FISHING AT LAST, THANK GOODNESS ALIVE.
WITH REEL IN MY HAND, TACKLE BY MY SIDE,
I HEADED ON OUT, NOT TOO LONG A RIDE.
TO THE LAKE I WAS GOING EARLY ON THIS MORN,
BEFORE DAYBREAK, AND BEFORE THE SUN WAS BORN.
WITH COOL DRINKS IN THE ICE CHEST, LISCENCE BY MY SIDE,
I’D BE OUT FISHING BEFORE A BABY BIRD CRIED.
GETTING TO THE LAKE, NO TROUBLE I HAD,
I LEARNED ALL THIS EARLY, STRAIGHT FROM MY DAD.
HE SAID, GO OUT EARLY, BRING THEM ON IN,
THAT’S WHEN YOU CATCH THEM, HE SAID WITH A GRIN.
I SURVEYED THE AREA, ALL GLOOM AND ASLEEP,
I’D CAST TOWARD THE MIDDLE, OUT WHERE IT WAS DEEP.
I PULL BACK MY ARM TO GET A GOOD SHOT,
BUT WHEN I WENT FORWARD’S THAT’S WHEN THINGS GOT HOT.
CAUGHT MY LINE ON A TREE BRANCH, LIKE TO BROKE MY ARM,
THOUGHT I HEARD SOME ONE SAY, NO FOUL NO HARM
WELL THAT MADE ME MAD, THAT’S WHEN THE TROUBLE BEGAN,
I YANKED AND I YANKED AND YANKED ONCE AGAIN.
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED TO GET THE LINE FREE,
THAT DAD BOB BRANCH WOULDN’T GIVE IT BACK TO ME.
WELL, I THREW DOWN MY REEL, AND CLIMBED UP THAT TREE,
I COULD SEE IT WAS GOING TO BE TROUBLE TWEEN THAT BRANCH AND ME.
WELL I FINALLY CRAWLED OUT ON THAT BIG BRANCH.
FIXING TO GET MY WRAPPED UP LINE UNHOOKED, FAT CHANCE.
CAUSE ALL OF A SUDDEN AND MUCH TO MY SUPPRISE,
I WAS ON A HORNETS NEST, RIGHT THERE BEFORE MY EYES.
YOU TALK ABOUT PANIC, I THINK IT WAS TOO LATE,
CAUSE WHEN THEY STARTED UP, SEEMS THEY OPENED THE GATE.
LORD! I HOLLOWED OUT AS MY FEET HIT THE GROUND,
GET ME OUTTA THIS MESS AND MY LIFE I’LL KEEP SOUND.
THEM SUCKERS WAS POPPING ME, POPPING LIKE HECK,
I JUMPED IN THE LAKE, WAY OVER MY NECK.
SEEMED LIKE HOURS, BEFORE I HAD THE NERVE TO COME UP.
LUCKILY THEY WERE GONE, ME I WAS SOAKED LIKE A PUP.
I EASED TO MY TRUCK, GOT IN AND STARTED OUT FAST,
THEY CAN HAVE MY FISHING GEAR AND THEY CAN KISS MY FOOT.
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Walking through the meadow when spring is in the air
With the mist of the dew falling soft upon your hair
Just to breath the morning freshness is peaceful there’s no doubt
Hand in hand we walk together and that’s what it’s all about
If tomorrow brings the sunshine and another spring like day
We’ll both go hand in hand in the world that is displayed
But summertime still waits and winter’s still in the air
With snowflakes gently falling and resting upon our hair
The winds of winter’s blowing now and shivers enter in
But memories are what we make them with places we have been
Let’s go walking in the meadow when spring is drawing nigh
Let it fill us with true love and make us laugh and sigh
Tis such a dream that we beckon, tis such a dream we share
Holding to each other as the wind blows through our hair
Trudging through the meadow when the snow is rising high
And falling gently down from way up in the sky
We’re alone in the snow with no thought of anywhere
Just walking in the meadow when spring is in the air
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He tried his best to make her happy
But her eyes were searching for gold
She was looking for that Sugar Daddy
That had a massive bank roll
She left him broken hearted one day
As that stranger rolled into town
Here was her chance at riches untold
And it looked like a sure touch down
The two were wed inside of a month
As her ex just sucked up his loss
Maybe one day he’ll find true love
And not another double cross
He found a simple girl of sorts
But her love was his alone
She worshipped where he placed his foot
And sat him upon a throne
His needs were met with open arms
Their lives were enriched every day
Instead of getting dust in his face
He was now on that super highway
As for the progress of his used to be
Well, she’s not what she seems
She’s always drunk and screws around
And her mouth’s filled with blasphemes
A few months later in this episode
The rich man ditched this broad
He’d finally seen through her at last
Her cheating, her flaunting, her fraud
But as for those other two lovers
Well, life is still a bubbling stream
Hand in hand after all those years
Yep, love is really what it seems
So if you run across these two
Don’t worry if their eyes are full of glee
For this my friends is my story
Of that girl of my dreams and me
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