Song Of A Tumbleweed
I was immersed in Schubert , when I met her first,
I don't know whether to call that day lucky or maybe cursed.
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She told me how my tunes entered her heart and brought her peace,
Irony is, that was the moment when my own peace came to cease.
I wondered how she said the words I longed to hear,
I wondered how she knew the thing I most fear.
In my toughest time, she lent me her shoulder,
'Thank you' was the only thing I ever told her.
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Dear you,
When I call you 'irresponsible',
I want to say 'irresistible',
When my mouth open up to say 'You are beautiful',
I end up saying 'Your beauty is foul'.
I hurt you when I say 'You ruin my playing',
Believe me, whet I really meant was only 'You tune my playing'.
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When I see you lost; in pain, and suffered;
I criticize you, despite knowing it is comfort I should've offered.
I saw blood dripping from your fingers and told you to be cautious,
But I wish you knew, that was my mask not to show that I was anxious.
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Dear you,
When I saw you hurt,
Believe me I was also in hurt.
Knowing the ache might soothe,
I played my part.
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But had I known, the change you made into me was one for a lifetime,
All I knew when I'm with you, all was fine.
But how was I to know,
There's been a hole, deep down in my heart,
You can't see it, neither can I,
But the longing and loneliness screaming out from there,
Can be felt, even through my shirt.
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Dear you,
I loved your straight journey right into my music,
And also into my needy, crying soul,
Let your walk extend a little further,
Let this life of mine and my heart be your new goal
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To all my friends here, I 'm back and alive!