For she who must not be named.. |
On a bare and earthen field of leaves She leaves Me with my own disdain And my own pain Of confusion And illusion As I struggle for words to say To make it okay As I pay Homage To center stage Like a sage To his earthly page And the bitter rage Seeks to enter Into the center Of my bleeding heart And where you start It all depends On where it ends Or falls apart And in the rain I see the train But will it hit me Is anyone's guess Do I feel less For being more Than someone to adore Or take for fun Out in the sun But in the storm I'll keep you warm And safe inside My tender hide-away And sing you songs And lullabyes To make you cry And hide your eyes And feel the heat Of a lovers treat Out on the street Or in my bed Just rest your head On my pillow soft And sleep the sleep Of angels dreams And feel the warmth Of lovers steam As I touch your face And wish you grace And hold you close In our warm embrace If to let you go And feel your oats And do your thing Will make you sing Of life's desires And distant fires And lifelong dreams And crazy things You wish to see And do and be I'll hold your hand Or stand way back As you attack The fiery depths Of your souls concepts To feel alive And toil and strive To make the things That make you sing I'll stand with you Or let you flow Just let me know How you want to go Do you want me to stand As your right hand man I will you know I'm your biggest fan |