I never knew hard it is to say, «Goodbye»…
I knew it was, little one, I just tried to tell you
I didn’t hear the words
That’s because I couldn’t tell, I had to show you
And why was it so difficult to say
Because, I was living the pain, and I couldn’t tell the story
How would I know what it was like…
To say goodbye?
Yes, how would I know what it was like to say «Goodbye»..
My little one, I showed you…
By the choices I made, by the way I walked,
In the way that I approached people
When people were not so glad
When people made me mad
I was telling you the story…
And, I didn’t even know.
When the man in the street held a bottle in his arms…
When a lover loved and no one understands…..
When some one left quickly without a formal good bye…
When I wanted to live, and some one wanted me to die….
When I showed you my pain, and you didn’t understand….
When I wrote a song, and didn’t have a band….
When I showed you the scars and you couldn’t feel the pain…
When I showed you the sun and it started to rain….
When I was right in the middle, and didn’t know how to stop….
The pain and the grief and the passion all on top….
By the way I responded when I had no where else to turn….
By the way I taught, with so very much to learn….
By the choices I made, when I had a penny in my pocket
By the way I clung to your picture in the locket….
By the way I responded to those in a rage…
By the way that I stopped and stared, while turning a page….
By the look on my face, when an actor goes on stage…
How he/she looks when greeting a worser nightmare….
How she looks at you when she’s without a care….
Still under construction…. 4-08-10 Sandy Ej on Facebook
To be continued….