Tuesday, September 10, 2013


These raindrops on my window sill
Bring only an empty thrill;
For as it pours down this quiet hill,
Thoughts of you get harder to kill.

Every little drop brings you closer;
Subtle and soft like a silent whisper.
And just as soon I start to falter,
As memories of you grow fonder.

The cold wind eats at my will,
That my cup soon shall surely fill;
Overflowing with your essence until
The rain departs from this quiet hill.

As for now I shall sit and linger;
A captive of mother nature.
Slowly drowning in the water;
Calling your name as I go under.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Sally Come Home

You were young and so free -
Like a ship on the sea,
You moved with the tide;
Innocence inside.

But your sails they were worn,
The years passed forlorn;
Couldn't weather the storm,
Broken and torn.

Like a rose in a garden of thorns,
You bleed with the call of the dawn;
And when the light fades on to dark,
It doesn't hide the pain in your heart.

So what will it be?
Now you're lost out at sea.
You're going nowhere;
You know I still care.

I'm shining a light,
For you every night;
And pray that you may
Come back someday.

With every day that passes on by,
You realise you're living a lie.
You don't have to be all alone;
Oh Sally why don't you come home?


The choices you make and the path you choose,
Is yours to make whether you win or lose;
And you can bend and break any of the rules,
Because in the end we're all nothing but fools.

To each a garden of grass and rose;
To each a share of friends and foes.
What you sow you're bound to reap;
The words you sell are what you'll keep.

I've got nothing to give and little to say;
What's mine isn't really mine anyway.
What matters isn't matter, it's how you feel -
That's the only thing that makes anything real.

And as it stands I've forsaken all possession,
Only to feed that which is my only obsession.
You are the only thing to me that's real;
Yours is the reason for everything I feel.

Miles Away

It's an unforgiving wind out tonight;
Headlights dim and the miles are long.
My destination still nowhere in sight,
As I try to get back to where I belong.

Been up all night and my eyes are red;
I'm trying to fight the urge to sleep.
I think of home and a nice, warm bed;
A home far away, 'pon hills ever steep.

My hands grow numb from the cold air;
Clinging to my jacket I slowly breathe in.
With a gentle whisper I say a prayer,
That I might get to where I'm headin'.

I wish you'd be there at my journey's end,
With open arms and that gorgeous smile.
A confidant, a lover, a faithful friend;
To help me make it past that last mile.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

A Memory of You

When the night starts to settle in,
I slowly drown in this funny feelin'.
As the night gets to a darker hue,
My mind wanders in a sea of blue.

In darkness I dance with my spirit white -
I pray that it helps me sleep tonight;
But with every drop that washes over me,
It leads me to you and your memory.

And of one I cannot help but smile -
'twas a cold night, and many a mile
We drove through the night forlorn;
I could've driven till the early morn'

Or forever, if that could ever be,
Because with you right next to me;
Where or how long it doesn't matter;
Summer heat or the depths of winter.

I couldn't care less where I am going;
Just as long as I'd be there knowing
You were so near, right by my side;
Giving me that funny feeling inside.

So I stare at my last glass, alone;
I breathe in, and soon it's all gone.
As for this memory of you, I'll keep;
A lullaby as I lay me down to sleep.