Streets of Life
I want to call you up
It scares me that I am feeling this way
And you are taking it so easily.
I just want to call you up and tell you that I do miss you,
And that I do love you
I sit in my soup of emotions - Campbell's soup no less
And I spell out some sort of pity, like the way a child would
With my alphabet soup and my spoon, engineering the words like a conductor to a train.
I get up and start to walk outside
But the street is empty
And all I can do to contain my emotion
Is break down on my knees and cry for help.
Even in the smallest of towns - someone will know.
Someone knows.
Life is kind of like walking down the street,
Sometimes you run into some bush or tree arm that you didn't see,
Ripping the flesh off of you - making you sting internally
And on the outside you bleed.
Sometimes you will sit at a stop light, and be held up at gun point,
Having the masked murderer force you face flat among hundreds and take away with goods.
And then you have times where everything will go right,
Where nothing seems that it could get any better,
And somehow finds a way to climax on the smallest things.
The secret is being able to smile after the good, and the bad.
Being able to contain everything into to a word, or phrase.
That my friend - is self control.
I live in my world of self control.
Someone knows about these streets of life
And how every turn we take - we try not to hit a dead end
For the piano keys of the road are painted but in a pure white.
Magnified by the glassy cherry oak that lay on stage
The spotlight leaning on it, the way you try to steal the spotlight from my life
Sometimes its hard, but the light will fade, and the applause will ring clear to your ears,
Broken, alone and in the shadows of others glory, makes me not want to believe anything.
Sometimes I'm only left with a sweet memory of what life is supposed to feel like.
One day, they will feel my pain I carry inside,
And everyone will cry with me, and hold my heart the way the would their own.
And if you hold on to the faith of God, he will fill all voids of life
Leaving you with the decision of what road to take,
What life to breath into, and see out of.
Poem by J.A.D. © 2003
I want to call you up
It scares me that I am feeling this way
And you are taking it so easily.
I just want to call you up and tell you that I do miss you,
And that I do love you
I sit in my soup of emotions - Campbell's soup no less
And I spell out some sort of pity, like the way a child would
With my alphabet soup and my spoon, engineering the words like a conductor to a train.
I get up and start to walk outside
But the street is empty
And all I can do to contain my emotion
Is break down on my knees and cry for help.
Even in the smallest of towns - someone will know.
Someone knows.
Life is kind of like walking down the street,
Sometimes you run into some bush or tree arm that you didn't see,
Ripping the flesh off of you - making you sting internally
And on the outside you bleed.
Sometimes you will sit at a stop light, and be held up at gun point,
Having the masked murderer force you face flat among hundreds and take away with goods.
And then you have times where everything will go right,
Where nothing seems that it could get any better,
And somehow finds a way to climax on the smallest things.
The secret is being able to smile after the good, and the bad.
Being able to contain everything into to a word, or phrase.
That my friend - is self control.
I live in my world of self control.
Someone knows about these streets of life
And how every turn we take - we try not to hit a dead end
For the piano keys of the road are painted but in a pure white.
Magnified by the glassy cherry oak that lay on stage
The spotlight leaning on it, the way you try to steal the spotlight from my life
Sometimes its hard, but the light will fade, and the applause will ring clear to your ears,
Broken, alone and in the shadows of others glory, makes me not want to believe anything.
Sometimes I'm only left with a sweet memory of what life is supposed to feel like.
One day, they will feel my pain I carry inside,
And everyone will cry with me, and hold my heart the way the would their own.
And if you hold on to the faith of God, he will fill all voids of life
Leaving you with the decision of what road to take,
What life to breath into, and see out of.
Poem by J.A.D. © 2003
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