Have these dreams,
wrapped in a bundle,
Lying on the floor,
Collecting dust throughout the years.
So I pick it up and carry it with me.
Each new place. Each new face,
I put a little away.
Thinking I should clean them off,
Maybe sort them out.
But I know at the top,
My love for you rots,
And I think it's spoiled the bunch.
This journey has been rough,
The years creeping by like sandpaper against my skin.
Been down so long, watching the world go by.
And here it was, this tiny piece of happiness,
A small pebble in my hand, warm and smooth.
I carried it around in my pocket for safe keeping.
Took it out just to look at.
This tiny pebble in my hand...
A sparkle to add to my eye.
Had my head in the clouds,
And finally, finally I closed my eyes,
took a deep breath in....
The sun on my face, warmth in my heart.
A small pebble of happiness,
to go along with your smile.
Feel so down now, watching the world go by,
with cold, empty hands.
I saw you tonight, Dad,
In the blue eyes of another man.
I almost lost my balance,
When I turned and shook his hand.
And we spoke of Willie Nelson,
Patsy Kline and Elvis, too,
And it made me so home sick...
It made me long for you.
And the music played loud,
as I drank another beer.
All in memory of the father,
I haven't seen in 8 years.
I wonder if you miss me.
Or long for my smile.
Daddy, please remember,
I am still your child.
And I sang along to Elvis,
Patsy Kline and Willie, too.
I closed my eyes and felt their words...
All in memory of you.
Megan
I'm really not doing well today.
i think i might breakdown.
If i'm crying in the bathroom,
i'll try to keep it down.
I think i might be losing it,
i sure could use a smoke,
i'd settle for a hug from you,
i'm feeling pretty broke.