Broken-Hearted

I loved a girl her name was Cin and sin is what she did
full intention to box my heart and seal it with a lid
for 3 long years neither night or day could free me from my trance
until she stabbed my poor trapped heart with her lovers lance
I did not see this moment come, I know now I was blind
I wish I had the gift to see and read that sinners mind.

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When we part and say farewell
what most will we remember
the times we shared, the love we made
from Jan until December
I think the times when we just talked
about things that didn't matter
listening to the pouring rain
listen, pitter patter

I miss you when I wake up now
your face I do not see
I miss our petty arguments
and what they meant to me
but most of all I miss your laugh
Oh how it gave me cheer
for now I sit in missery
my new found friend is beer
I drown my sorrows through the night
maybe one day you'll come back
thats just what my mother said
when dad hit the track

A born and bread sucker here
no more wisdom no more tears
well the final thing to say
is just bring on another day

Vision is more than sight

I journey through this tempered life
and beauty's what I see
another man looks my way
and stares inquisitively
this man is blind he can not see
the beauty in this tree
he can not hear the birds
it does not bring him glee

I stop to listen and touch the bark
the man he stops to ask
"why do you do the things you do"
my answer's this remark
this tree and bird, they have a life
just like you and I
I'm honered that the bird it shares
a song as it flys by
this ancient tree, its beauty be
as true as any sight
it gives out shade and lets in light
and brings me such delight

Now kind sir, do you see
why life's as beautiful as can be
the man he shrugs and walks away
I think he closed his eyes today.

24/05/2000