Friday, March 19, 2010

Speak of love

How can I speak of love
I was lost for so long
I grew up in a family 
That tried but simply got it wrong

It was the coal mine 
This canary called home
I grew up with people
But felt mostly alone

How could kind nice people have not a clue
Sadly it was most of what I knew
But how we start doesn't always determine
How far we finally grew

PFK
6/07


Morning feels broken
I can't stay out of bed
And all my crazy hopeless thoughts
Echo in my head

Why can I not fixate on
Some good love in my heart
I don't choose a good focus
Which defeats me before I start

Morning is not broken
My choices are what's wrong
To have a better outcome
I must sing a better song

PFK
6/07


I have felt depressed like you
No wish to respond at all
In the moment lost and forlorn
Without any conscious wherewithall

But that is phase you go through
If you want to finally adjust
It's a form of what everyone goes through
If they remember to do what they really must

Life doesn't happen by itself
You struggle through the good fight
If you do the work which brings results
Things slowly come out right

PFK
6/07


Make a living memory
Take a piece of time
Put it somewhere safe
Know it is sublime

As a souvenir
Like in amber cast
Captured cherished and
Simply meant to last

PFK
6/07

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