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It’s just to late
(From the Woodsman’s Notebook)
In my minds eye I can follow my heart, but my mouth gets
me in trouble right from the start. My tongue gets tied,
my jaw tightens up, and when the words come out they’re
all screwed up.
I can’t explain the look in my eyes, nor do I know just
what they may say, but leave it to them to spoil a
beautiful day.
I wish I knew why my brow would bend, after all this is
not the message I choose to send.
I wish I could understand why I repeat myself. For once
in my life I would like to understand, why does this
sort of thing happen to me?
Could it be doubt or insecurity, I wish I could
understand the words I say. To you, I may sound as if I
were made of clay.
The mistakes I have made are only mine to bare, but I
prayed for a sign that you may still care.
I felt like a king and you were my queen. I left for a
far off land to get you everything, a castle for a home
with a private lake, a beautiful life I would make.
Gold and silver and diamond rings, how I just wanted to
give you everything. |
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- Now
I found out it’s just to late, to give to you my
wife my mate. I found out I’m not a king, who
could give you everything. It’s to late for a
man like me, who took a long look inside of me.
To see the mistakes that I have made, and lost
your love in the trade. A stand in I gave you
when you needed me, a robots arm for security. A
sharp word when you needed hope, a game we
played for your happiness to cope. A television
I gave you to be your friend, a house was a
prison that caused the end. Now I sit alone and
cry and alone, I’ll die may scream and shout,
but like a ship my life just came about.
- The Woodsman
9/12/02
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