Delirious rantings of a lonely soul
he's a sad singer; was an 'ace in the hole'
no more love songs, no more guitar
for a life gone bitter - more whiskey sour
A singer of repute with an ego big
He made all hits, every single gig.
then he had woman to woo, a reason to sing -
today he's ill mannered; under no one's wing
Outside the bar his dreams are burning
in a gust of wind; who cares it’s raining...
cowboy boots sink into deep slush; stains-
he's choking on tears but won't say it pains...
Drunken dancing till the car -
only round the corner, not too far
one step missed, now off the curb
his forehead kisses tar, all blood smeared,
A tear travels lone,
on the side of his face,
Not 'cause he's bleeding
but 'cause his time's coming.
If only he could see her once
if only once she would hear-
How much he loved, how much he cared
one final glimpse and he'll know
how he's fared...
In the face of death
he'll never know
what her heart spoke
what they had in store...
- Adi
09/02/2010
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