Sunday, January 15, 2006

• On The Line

  He wakes up worried,
  Something’s always wrong,
  He can’t remember,
  He goes on and on,
  On and on.
  
  He gets confused,
  Holds his head in his hands,
  Willful and afraid,
  But he’s still a man,
  Still a man.
  
  He’s alone,
  Frail and thin
  We listen, but fail him.
  Out of time,
  We’re running out of time,
  And old life on the line,
  Old life on the line.
  
  He lost most everyone
  He ever loved
  His mother, His Father,
  His only Son,
  His only son.
  
  He holds onto things
  Stamps and coins,
  He holds onto no one
  And hides his mail
  Like a broken boy.
  
  He believes in no one for too long.
  He needs attention, so many demands,
  So sentimental, a bitter man
  A bitter man.
  

   

  ** The story of my life

  BRI

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