Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I'll stand in the shadow of bright lights
Move my hands, swing my arms, sing a song as loud as I can
I'm free, hidden behind this summer brightness
But the darkness ebbs slowly
Then autumn comes
I'll Fall till I sing once more, rise up I will
Freedom keeps time to these swinging arms

I was bad once, long ago
In a way I wont say
Just that once badness was my name
People were hurt, really one woman
Her heart got broke like a country song
They say being bad is a young man's game, even played once
But thinking of her is an older man's lament


signed...bkm said...

very nice, but the second one is especially well done the young man's right the old man's lament how true is this...really grips the heart....bkm

Fisheye Lens said...

You'll always be bad to the bone, SC

ana said...

I feel most alive in the fall. "Her heart broke like a country song" - nice.