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Don’t Control Me
(From The Woodsman’s Notebook)
Don’t control me, don’t even try.
You can’t catch the wind nor can you touch the sky.
In their natural state you know they are there, but try
to grab onto it and nothing their. The beauty of the sun
is brilliant and true, but at night it will disappear on
you. The Timber Wolf is timid and also shy and knows the
forest much better than you or I; you may get a fleeting
glimpse from the corner of an eye. As sure as you are to
have seen him like the wind he’s gone again, you just
ask yourself; How and Why?
- The Woodsman
9/10/02
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Honest Love
(From the Woodsman’s Notebook)
Your love for me was honest and true; I had no
reason to have any doubt in you. We had our
differences both you and I, you had your point
and I had mine. I made my mistakes and you made
yours, but there was never enough to close the
doors.
I tried so hard to remember like you, all the
mistakes you did to me like I did to you. But
it’s funny I can’t remember one; they must have
been forgiven and forgotten by each morning sun.
I wish we could get away from this game of
getting even, and work on a life of forgiveness
and forgotten. I wish we could communicate like
those days when we would date. I wish we could
live out our lives with the plans we made, with
compromise, trust and trade. In Oshkosh we
thought we could change our life, I’m sure like
I you didn’t know how right. I am glad I feel
saved by the bell, but not in time to miss the
hell. Our marriage is broken because we can’t
agree, that communication we lost, between you
and me.
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The Woodsman
9/10/02
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