Ages

By Manuel Newton

 

With the moon looking, I get out of bed,

Visions of you, refuge in my head,

There is so much stuff I wanted to say,

But I’m afraid you’ll just hate me and go away,

 

So my feelings I seal, in a vault that’s too real,

Blocking the pain that lives inside,

Killing my soul and eating at my mind.

 

How I feel is much too real,

And love turns to tears, as I think of the years

That you are not near.

 

Our ages apart, like a dagger in my heart,

I wish you were mine, back in that time,

When my love was so blind.

 

But now I can see, I must set you free,

Darkness kills me inside,

But still I confide,

And wish you could see how much you mean to me.

 

Just send your love and hope this way,

My love is forever and here to stay,

But I tell myself it could never be,

As another tear takes it’s trip down my cheek.

 

 

All of this, you had no idea,

You were blind to the glow of the love that I feel,

But my fear I can smell,

So my soul I just sell,

 

And live with the fact, and put on another act,

But the pain I will stack, down the spine of my back,

And make me its slave, ‘til I rest in my grave.