Is it true
that all my youth
belongs to yesterday?
the ones that
I did things with
that's what
they always say
They talk of
their life's journey
as tho its all but gone.
There starting to remember
as if it were a song
the music on the radio
that used to play back when
are used to back commercials
and takes me back again
reminds me of the loves I've had
the loves that I had lost
As tho I spent loves money
at much to great a cost
I write to ones that I knew best
I start to write
they write the rest
life's puzzles that were easy then
I want to pick them up again
I find that they are out of reach
I can not walk that length of beach
it shows back to me
like a mirror
of what I had
in yest er year
It seems I blamed the others
with the problems I had caused
there is no polish known to man
that could buff away the flaws
the gouges that I did to life
will always stay that way
I see it now
in front of me
but that was yesterday
Monday, December 10, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
The lovers lie By Wayne Ernzer
The lies go on the lies stay there
he carved them in my favorite chair
The wood was from the tree he fell
that I had nurtured all to well
The chair I rocked and nursed my child
while He went out and acted wild
And I thought by being good
that good will be the rule
the one that told me honest lies
was never from my school
I went along and played the games
but none were like the others
they kept on changing strategy
it was meant to shield his cover
it seems I'm used to trickery
as though it's suposed to be
the same one that
had showed me love
then toppled down my tree
I tried to find a reason
the nead to cheat on me
The answer
carved upon the chair
that used to be my tree
the words will stay forever
the lies that have no flair
he carved it deep upon the tree
that was made into a chair
he carved them in my favorite chair
The wood was from the tree he fell
that I had nurtured all to well
The chair I rocked and nursed my child
while He went out and acted wild
And I thought by being good
that good will be the rule
the one that told me honest lies
was never from my school
I went along and played the games
but none were like the others
they kept on changing strategy
it was meant to shield his cover
it seems I'm used to trickery
as though it's suposed to be
the same one that
had showed me love
then toppled down my tree
I tried to find a reason
the nead to cheat on me
The answer
carved upon the chair
that used to be my tree
the words will stay forever
the lies that have no flair
he carved it deep upon the tree
that was made into a chair
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