Debo
Mc'Gowen Street
Feb 9, 2009
I turned from off the highway
Onto love drive which is my way
To Mc'Gowan street where I lived not long ago.
My heart was fluctuating
Because I was anticipating
I'd see you standing where the garden grows.
But something didn't seem right
Because everything was to quiet
So I stoped the car and I turned the music down
And in the silence this is what I found.
That dusty road that leads up to are little country home
Was over grown with thistle
And the silence sang a song
The loneliness was hard to bare
Yet in the summers heat
The blue LaBellas bloomed along McGowan Street.
Right now I really miss you
And I'm wishing I could kiss you
And hold you in my arms one more time.
But nothing's going my way
And my dream worlds slipping sideways
Old memories keep messing up my mind.
There was a note upon the back door
And my hand started shaking before
I could hold it close enough so I could see
And here's what your letter said to me:
That dusty road that leads up to our little country home
Is over grown with thistles
Cause you stayed away to long
The loneliness was hard to bare
Yet it would have been sweet
If you had never left me on McGowan street.
I'm wishing now if only
I had not become so lonely
I would have waited cause
I felt you'd change your mind.
But you know my situation
And all of this frustration
Is just like pouring dreadges in the wine.
Some morning when you wake up
And your thinking we should make up
Perhaps the hands of time will let it be
And baby when you come home to me.
Along the road that leads up to our little country home
The voices of our children will sing a happy song
The loneliness will not be ther eto stir the summers heat.
When blue LaBellas bloom along McGowan street
When blue LaBellas bloom along McGowan street.
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All American
Feb 8, 2009
My hair is turning white
My eyes are a glossy red
My collar is still blue
I'm an American through and through.
Riding on that American dream
With my head held high
Shining the red, white and blue
Yeah you know what I mean it's in our souls
While our spirits soar free
Yes I'm proud to be apart of the American dream.
I am a Brother and a Sister
A billion voices singing one song
Standing shoulder to shoulder
"Strong and proud" for this is our home
Our Red, White and Blue.
My hair is turning white
My eyes are a glossy red
My collar is still blue
I'm an American tried and true.
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Dirty Floor
Feb 7, 2009
An unforeseen heartache
That cracks her very soul
She feels her shattered heart
Oozing from her pores.
What happened to the
Happy girl that once
Made her life whole.
Now she is empty a shell
Of what once was so pure.
The monster slowly bleeds her
Heart of love and hope
With each wicked word spoken.
Is he smiling at what she has become
His blackened soul satisfied at
Knowing he has won.
The monster looks down at her
With evil in his coal black eyes
And he feels nothing
As she squeezed the trigger
One last time.
Look at your reflection in
Her crimson colored life
Now in puddles on
This dirty floor.
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