a short poem put together from the inspiration of "New way to fly" by Garth Brooks. |
I sit there, my glass of dew in my hand. Drowning my sorrows and hurt in each sip. Sure I look funny, a sober woman in a bar But I need the comforts of this old home The comfort of that old Garth song pouring from the jukebox Soothing my aching heart His memory still swims in my mind Keeping me up late at night Wanting to feel his arms around me once again But I toss and turn until I cant take it anymore Then I get up and quietly walk myself into this place Where I can run and hide for a little while Until I can find enough strength to spread my wings again. ~Like birds on a high line They line up at night time at the bar They all once were lovebirds Now bluebirds are all that they are They landed in hell The minute they fell from love's sky And now they hope in the wine That they'll find a new way to fly A new way to fly Far away from goodbye Above the clouds and the rain The memories and the pain And the tears that they cry Now the lessons been learned They've all crashed and burned But they can leave it behind If they could just find A new way to fly By the end of the night They'll be high as a kite once again And they don't seem to mind all the time Or the money they spend It's a high price to pay to just find a way to get by But it's worth every dime If they find a new way to fly A new way to fly Far away from goodbye Above the clouds and the rain The memories and the pain And the tears that they cry Now the lessons been learned They've all crashed and burned But they can leave it behind If they could just find A new way to fly They'll leave it behind As soon as they find A new way to fly~ ~'New Way To Fly~ Garth Brooks |