I STOOD BY THE RIVER OF LIFE

so like a gentle walk and I don’t know how
i can tell you — won’t ever play with you
and like my mama told me
‘keep precious hearts closely to your soul’
i love you but don’t know you
and can’t believe how people say
‘never let your hair down’
it’s a sad fact like broken hearts
and when I’m out i see you walking
and i think you see me — could it be
you’re playing a game — that’s the way
wars are lost;  especially between hearts
when we are so afraid to be what we are
oh yeah, oh so terribly sad
to feel the tears upon my cheek i hate me
i let my hair down but never knew a heart
that burst fire just for me
should i go alone?  Into the deepest night?
why don’t you ask me?  Could it be you found
another game to play?  Oh!  Maybe that’s the way
wars are lost.  especially between hearts
when we are so afraid to be what we are.
Oh, yes.  Oh la la la…I say with my heart.

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About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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