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| UNPUBLISHED LYRICS |
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| EASY,COME EASY GO. ONE DAY IN THE SUMMER,I THINK IN JULY, WE WERE ALL BUSY PLAYING,MY KINFOLK AND I. OUT IN THE BACK YARD,UNDERNEATH A BIG ROCK, WHEN MANY YEARS LATER,IT REVEALED QUITE A SHOCK. I SAW THINGS A LOT DIFFERENT,WHEN I WAS A BOY, EVERYTHING SEEM MUCH BRIGHTER,LIKE A NEW STORE BOUGHT TOY. THERE WAS TALK OF GREAT TREASURES,AND RICHES UNTOLD, HIDDEN SOMEWHERE UNKNOWN, WAS MISS EVA'S GOLD. THEY WERE RUMORS OF A WOMAN,DRESSED IN ALL WHITE, THE GHOST OF MISS EVA,THAT HAUNTED OUR NIGHTS. NOW I AM REMINDED,OF ONE HOT JULY DAY, THE TREASURE UNCOVERED,WHILE WE WERE AT PLAY. MY BROTHER AND UNCLE,THEY SAW IT FIRST, BENEATH A LONG ROCK,LODGED DOWN IN THE DIRT. THEY TORE LOSE THE DIRT,THEN ONE BY ONE, THEY PULLED ODD COLORED BAGS, INTO THE BRIGHT SUN. WHEN THEY HAD FINISHED,THE BAGS COUNTED FOUR, SOME OF US KEPT LOOKING, AND DIGGING FOR MORE. WE TOSSED IT UP HIGH,AS IT SPARKLED IN THE LIGHT OF THE SUN, EACH BAG OF STAR DUST,WE EMPTIED IN FUN. WAS IT GOLD DUST,OR SAND? IT MATTERED NOT THEN, ONLY NOW DID IT MATTER, AS WE TURNED INTO MEN. EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED,LONG BEFORE ON THAT DAY, IS NOW GONE WITH THE SEASONS,WITHOUT EVEN A TRACE. WE NEVER TOLD ANYONE THEN,ABOUT WHAT WE HAD FOUND, IF THE TREASURE WAS REAL,IT WENT BACK TO THE GROUND. THESE LYRICS ARE BASED ON A TRUE STORY,THIS REALY HAPPENED WHEN WE WERE CHILDREN. WRITTEN BY STEPHEN K SMITH COPYRIGHT (c) 2004 lyric type: poem |
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| Added On: Tue Jul 27 2004 | Hits: 2 |
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| TO MY RESTING PLACE |
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| I'm scared,I don't know what's to become of me. sometimes wishing I could see the future,what some wish not to see.. What if I was told I were to die in four days, what would I do,who would I tell,would I release anger in horrible ways, would I walk the earth with my mind in a daze? Would anyone treat me any different, would anyone reminise on our moments spent? Would my daughter enjoy our last moments together, would her life be peaceful,would her life be better? Would she cry,even weep, would it be my mind and soul she would always keep? Would people remember the good things about me, or would it be my little sins I've made,be the only things they see? Would anyone be sad,upset over my stone cold body, or would they cringe and wish they were the ones who shot me? Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever really cared, or did they have evil thoughts,vengence against me,they never shared? I don't think they gave a damn then,give a damn now, I'm having dreams everynight,sirens getting loud. This is for the ones who always said they would love me,then lied, there are rules to loving one another,to which they never could abide. It's no wonder I sit here,lonely and confused, I'm the one that lost,in the end,they won,I was the one to lose. This is for the ones to whom I gave my love,love that was never returned, all I ever wanted was that acceptance,that I so much yurned. Yes,this is for the ones that never loved me back,the ones that I loved, these will be the people that I will look sad upon from above. For these are the ones that truely hurt my soul, these are the ones who never gave a damn about NICHOLE. To all the people who made my life so hard, to all the people who made me put my heart on guard. To all these people,I will still always love,but I promise,you'll never know, because all the pain you caused me,I can never allow myself to show. So,I hope that you respect and cherish the next person you know, and know that,I carry that love for you when god chooses for me to go. |
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| Added On: Tue Mar 8 2005 | Hits: 2 |
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| To a loving mother |
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| A small house sits alone with memories of a loving family. The grass grows tall where children once played. The living room remains forever cold where a loving husband and respected father took his last breath. Although the house sits empty, it’s still full of many secrets and hard times of a family that will never forget. The decision to sell was a tough one, but years of joyful moments now haunted a lonely mother. As she took her last look around, her tears flowed like a river. One last time, she would lock the front door before leaving the house forever. The years flashed by, as she quietly departed. When my father passed away my mother took it very hard. My parents were not only husband and wife, but also the best of friends. For years cancer slowly took over his body, but she stayed by his side to hold his hand and wipe his brow. She is, and always will be, a hero in the eyes of a son that is forever grateful. Dedicated to my mother June 16, 2004 |
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| Added On: Wed Jul 21 2004 | Hits: 2 |
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| THE ULTIMATE GIFT |
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| Christmas eve when we first met many years ago That was the night I totally changed your life Sharing with you my unholy fate The only good thing in my existense is when you agreed to be my wife. A thousand years our love we have shared I was selfish to make tou like me All these years together I have loved you and cared But I have a Christmas wish to release you from your hell and set you free. The ultimate gift to you is for me to set you free But this gift I can't give you because I love you so All the decorations and lights and people seem to be filled with glee People bustling around you can see their faces glow. Since I love you so I should gladly release you from your hell But see I can't do that Because you are the best thing that happened in this morbid existense like being in jail It kills ne to know you have to creep rhtough the darkness just like a bat. Of all the Christmas gifts that I could give to you To release you and set you free would be the best of all Biut loving you so this selfishly I could never do Without you my love I would stumble and fall I WROTE THIS ESPECIALLY FOR CHRISTMAS |
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| Added On: Sat Dec 20 2003 | Hits: 2 |
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| The night you left me to die |
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| The town was dark and bleak, you left me standing on that street, Alone in the cold, A story never to be told, Of the day that you left me to die. I was alone from the start, Until you entered my heart, ruining my life and my dreams. When I look back I just can’t believe that I took you into my life, Was true to you and honest and faithful when you took me as your wife. That night you left me standing alone where I was lost, Far away from home, You shouted and screamed and hit me real hard now look what you’ve done my dear sweet heart. As you gaze upon my grave ill never look up at you, I’ll still be brave. You have lost me now, How do you feel? You now have a broken heart that will never heal. I’m sorry my love what is done is done, look where we ended up, Back where we begun. |
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| Added On: Mon Jul 19 2004 | Hits: 2 |
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