if all your fear was bottled..
and all your troubles weren't as you make them out to be..
that with a little heat on the stove we can both make a dish that's tasty to eat..
apprehension and or disbelief can always be found under the kitchen sink..
so with every look over my shoulder every bit of paranoia and so spins my head..
would you mind whispering to me a lullaby to put me gently to sleep..
it so helps me to relieve the pain I have between my ears while under the sheets..
so we are both helpless and under the mercy of who haves us..God helps those
who try the hardest..or so it should be..bracing for impact,hold my hand as we cross the street..
a life so lived makes for better reading..at least you can see when removed from the scene..
10 feet above you looking down you should see..remember the good times..looking back now..
it seems so surreal..sand between my toes..frost on my finger tips and to shiver when I get cold..
We're just feathers in the wind..bottles of wine with a secret message stuck in..will the past
ever forgive our foolish ways? Looking for acceptance,forgiveness and redemption..You know
even the devil has priests..so remember me..remember me..you shall hear gently whispered upon
the wind..
By Rick Weber
October 26, 2013
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