[I came across this old poem or whatever you want to call it tonight while cleaning out the den in our house. Sound like Bob Dylan’s 115 dream or a lovesick teenager]
As she plays with her hair
I know that she’s thinking of me
Way out, under the stars in the dark of my mind
Find me and I will be here waiting for you
I’m alone, checking my shoes, in the winter cold
And when you think the day is fine
Remember girl you’re mine
We’ll be together, it’s a strange situation
I’ve been lost in your eyes, never getting out
Found a map in the depths of your mind
Help me when I’m down
Drive away the clowns
I’ll be your hero, if you’re my heroine
She’s a princess to all and to me
She lets me go to be free
I’m the jester in her hallstripping up and down, left and right
In spite of all the danger
Hold me, thrill me, won’t you hold my hand
Walk to me, I’ll show you what it’s like to dance
And if I ever see you afraid
Remember that our God has made
A beautiful girl, who can’t hide from the filthy world
You’ve got a sweater from him which makes you smile
He’s got sad eyes that can see for miles
Show him all that you can
He’ll take you down the trail of love
Tossing and turning all the way there
Drifting, floating along this river of love
I find that I can never say enough about you
When you look at me, I know that someone cares
A person to put away my fears
Please don’t leave, I can’t bear to see you go
My heart breaks every night that you are gone
Never have enough time with the girl, she’s never known
And she makes him sad inside
To grin and bear the lies
To live and to have never loved
To be or not to be was never a question asked of me.