True

True

I cant just say
It was another day,
I cant just say,
It was just another day
I just did say
It was just another day.

The wind is blowing
my thoughts are flowing
across the field of my dreams
so remarkable these dreams I have
when I awake my nightmare begins

The breeze does blow
through the open door
blowing up the stairs
flying across the hall

out the window,
to dance with the leaves
and to play in the trees
wanting to be more

to whistle and to blow
being a breeze to good to ignore
cooling down the people bustling to and fro
then making its way back in the window

Barbara

Things
things are not as they always may seem
life is not always fair
friends aren't always there
family a little distant too
no one is there for you
never thought I'd be left behind

should have known better
its burning up inside
keeps getting hotter
whatever the reason
it always seemed correct
needing so bad

I never spoke with God,

Nor visited in heaven,

yet certain am I of the spot

as if the chart were given