Give me a name, tell me I'm going to travel
Give me a purpose, so I don't unravel
The doors of direction have shut themselves tight
Hoping to secure happiness without having to fight
We begin, We end, We will never start again
A soul, nostalgic soul, I have it out on an errand
Return to me, My girl, Come and make it Better
Come back to me, lift me, light, a perfect feather
I need your love, it makes me okay to be
Gives me Purpose, purpose that I need
Without your face, your care, your touch
Life is nothing, patches of days so rough
We will never be together now that its over
We are a child in the patch looking for four leaf clovers
Alwaying wanting but never being able to embrace
The hope and happiness of living in past days
I am lost and you are free where ever did you go when you left me
My bed is empty, what about yours? Shadowy lives of hopeful discord
Come back to me, lift me, light, a day with a perfect feather
Come back to me, to live for hope or hell, just make it better.
Randy Sturridge
2 comments:
Randy, excellent write, one of your best my friend, definitely feel the emotions you pour Into this piece, thanks for sharing
Thank you kindly...I was off the grid for about two days. I got back to my computer and literally just poured these two out within minutes...I love it when it just flows out...its perfectly adequate when the speaking comes from the automatic movement of the fingers and mind...bypassing conscience...Thank you sir
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