05-22-2012, 09:58 PM
Edit 2. mostly billy, but thanks, too, addy (S4 rewrite)Edit 1a phil and latterly erthona.
You found the rock that hurt you when you fell
and kicked it hard; revenge to ease your pain.
But how you cried, my little man,
with halting breaths to me you ran,
in new felt fear and shocked disdain,
to beg a kiss, to make it well.
Your silver gun, the one you loved, you lost.
You searched in boxes, beds and Poo-Bear Wood.
Your tears were welling when you told
of how you killed the bad guys. Bold
and steadfast, there before me stood,
a cowboy hero, double-crossed.
What was her name? I can’t recall it, but
you told her that you loved her just the same.
She left you, took your childish days
and made you strong, in many ways.
You smiled; I knew you took the blame,
and cried one tear to salt the cut.
Through you I've lived another life , my son.
Vicarious, I felt each loss, each win.
I ask no more, just stay with me;
sight fades, but with young eyes you see
that love is holding firm within
me, 'til my life is finished, done.
The rock that grazed, the silver gun...a toy;
the spring of love that dies in summer’s sun.
Young tears once shed run dry and hold,
to flow the more when we are old.
Too frail to skip, too weak to run;
with death comes peace, with tears comes joy.
Tectak 2002
Not really good enough for Serious crit but have at it to see what can be rescued....and it is from "real" life, indie!
You found the rock that hurt you when you fell
and kicked it hard; revenge to ease your pain.
But how you cried, my little man,
with halting breaths to me you ran,
in new felt fear and shocked disdain,
to beg a kiss, to make it well.
Your silver gun, the one you loved, you lost.
You searched in boxes, beds and Poo-Bear Wood.
Your tears were welling when you told
of how you killed the bad guys. Bold
and steadfast, there before me stood,
a cowboy hero, double-crossed.
What was her name? I can’t recall it, but
you told her that you loved her just the same.
She left you, took your childish days
and made you strong, in many ways.
You smiled; I knew you took the blame,
and cried one tear to salt the cut.
Through you I've lived another life , my son.
Vicarious, I felt each loss, each win.
I ask no more, just stay with me;
sight fades, but with young eyes you see
that love is holding firm within
me, 'til my life is finished, done.
The rock that grazed, the silver gun...a toy;
the spring of love that dies in summer’s sun.
Young tears once shed run dry and hold,
to flow the more when we are old.
Too frail to skip, too weak to run;
with death comes peace, with tears comes joy.
Tectak 2002
Not really good enough for Serious crit but have at it to see what can be rescued....and it is from "real" life, indie!