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Forever the night,
seldom the day,
I try with my might
to not go astray.
You are my love,
for you are my way.

A golden light
before the rain,
brought sunshine,
curing the pain,
of another grey,
and cloudy day.

Burn the bridge,
cross the creek,
fire your cannons
until you cannot speak.
The war was lost,
or was it?
Tell me the words
to guide me along
this path of
destruction. Confusion
reigns, as I am
mired in this pit
of anxiety and self-pity.

The life I've known,
is gone. Away from here.
To see memories fade,
day after day,
as the love you knew,
no longer remembers,
your name or you.
She wants me nearby,
every waking minute.
A need to her,
a suffocating blanket,
to me, yet I love her still.

High was the flame,
as it leapt through the grill.
I sucked on a beer
and guzzled it like swill

Black is the night,
moonless the sky,
I search for you
and time goes by,
where are you now?
When did you go?
Will you return
to where you belong?
A mind is beautiful,
sad to lose memories,
when you cannot choose.

And yet, it's a good feeling,
a return to a new life,
as I have moved into a
place with my sweet wife.

Once the night air finds you,
it cools while settling your fears.
Stay in the moment, if able
and your spirit will not be in arrears.

Reach not for me
for I am not there.
I'm hiding my feelings,
under the stair.
A place of hiding
for those unaware,
of all the tomorrows,
no longer there.

Up the old river,
aboard a canoe.
Don't just sit there
you must paddle too.

Love is peculiar,
love is fun.
You won't understand,
'til loving is done.
We are apart,
then we are one,
a pleasant feeling
under the Sun.

Long lay the grass,
up to his knees,
outstanding in his field
of old broken dreams.
Pursue not the love,
which you'll find on display,
just go out and play
on the beautiful day.
Life is short to worry, so
start living again,
and begin a new show.