Posts Tagged ‘family’

“Eric’s Song”

Posted: November 7, 2009 in Lyrics, Poem
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“Eric’s Song”

i scratch out a short list
of all the people that matter to me
turns out you’re the only one that gives as much as you receive
never leaving any doubt of who is the most important to me

it never gets any easier any time that you go
’cause all the people i know come and go
even now that i’m off on my own
you’re the one that keeps this place from feeling like home

i’m not as strong as  i need to be
you’re the only one who sees the real me
let me peel off all my my layers and show my true colors
i’m tired of being who people expect me to be
you’ve always loved me just as i am
and that is more than enough for me
’cause i never even needed their seal of approval

“Memory Lane”

Posted: November 7, 2009 in Lyrics, Poem
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“Memory Lane”
completed on 10/23/06

the elderly man slowly struggles down the street
clinging to his cane just to make it to the next block
he feels so frail and past his prime
he’s overcome with sadness knowing he lacks a lot of time
a teardrop forms and runs down his cheek
gravity pulls it down to his feet
the tear meets a puddle on the concrete
which the ripples transform into a time machine

he looks into the water’s reflection
but rather than the wrinkles and gray hair to which he is accustom
sees a much younger version of himself

age 6:
he’s up to bat at a tee ball game
scores the winning run and smiles as he watches
his teammates jump up and down with delight

age 17:
he lost a few friends when he resisted peer pressure
but he showed his true colors and made his parents proud

age 21:
the young adult walks across the stage
his parents cry with tears of pride
he finished first in class despite all the time he spent courting his future wife

the ripples calm, changes the reflection

age 37:
he sits in the stands, cheering his heart out
his two boys tear down the field
it doesn’t matter how they play, he can only be proud

age 58:
over 25 years of showing his love every day
his every breath solely for his wife and kids
they still love the dad who never quite grew up

age 73:
he laid his wife to rest a short time ago
and his kids are now living lives of their own
so now he spends his time awaiting their return

the sun comes out from behind the clouds

reflects off the water and lights up his eyes
he smiles to himself – he knows he’s lived a good life
continues his walk down memory lane with a renewed jump in his step

“Footprints in the Sand”

Posted: November 7, 2009 in Lyrics, Poem
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“Footprints in the Sand”

it’s hard during times like these to keep my head up
there’s empty chairs at the dinner table
making this house not as warm as it used to be
but i can’t give up
this is my opportunity
to cherish the greatest family

to my mother and father who poured my foundation
my pillars of strength who fed my veins with undying love and support
i thank you for making me me

to my brother, my best friend
who always kept my endorphins alive
younger in age but not much else
a bond that will never be broken

family meals and adoring fans
sincere advice and loving hands
a model for how things should be

from playing with toys on the bedroom floor
to lectures on how to behave
bending over backwards for me whenever i was ill
and being kissed and tucked in every night
i couldn’t ask for anything more

unlike footprints in the sand there isn’t a flood that can
wash these great memories from me

“Just a little bit of baggage”

i collapse in front of this rundown hotel
a bleeding heart and a worn out soul
you see, it feels as if there is not enough air to breathe
and if you knew everything that has happened to me
then you would see why I am holding on to

just a little bit of baggage
just a few shades of loneliness
just a few hats that can’t hide this troubled mind

the bellman grabs me by my worn-thin shirt
and asks what the hell is the matter with me
i struggle to say so i hold out a note which says
my mother is gone and my brother has left
leaving an empty soul and a suitcase full of

just a little bit of baggage
just a few shades of loneliness
just a few hats that can’t hide this troubled mind
just a few socks of memories i can’t let go

the bellman says ‘let me give you a hand’
but i decline, ‘i can make it on my own’
i won’t let go of this heavy case
but even if i had the strength my friends are too many towns away
so that is why i cling to

just a little bit of baggage
just a few shoes not knowing where to go
just a few pants of wishing i could turn back time

and that is why i must try to walk on by…