Gone

 

Conversation

 

Alright

 

THIS IS THE ONE

 

Hope

 HOPE

Sitting on top of the snow-capped mountains

Staring down into the deep blue sea

Soon to be standing near a disjointed fountain

And staring up and back at me.

Her eyes were like the blue of the night

The years have taken away her youth

She has no more use for the fight

The crowds no longer root

Her mind and her soul remains bright

Her beauty only shines from within

Life has knocked us both down onto our sore knees

The mountain top is where I have been

This backward life has her begging please

I may have to write this again and win

Could it be true, if I could only tell

Could the world be sinking into a swamp of sin

My critics can burn in hell and then go ring some bell

 

 

 

 

 

The George