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Hell Rut
Only Hope to Be
It's hard to act happy when you're not
It's hard to know if your loved or not
No signs of interest or care from you
Makes me not even want to spend my time with you
They say your hearts are so warm divine
They say your souls are a gentle kind
And how will I know if you speak the truth
Or if your heart is talking to you

I lost confidence, some self esteem
I've lost the time when I used to dream
I've always wondered why man sang the blues
And why he put himself through such abuse
It's not easy for sad songs to be sung
But I'll choose my guitar over my gun
At least for now I'll hide my pain
Until I learn if my life's in vain
It surely isn't but now so it seems
That no longer I truly smile, or my eyes really beam
Full inside, but I know not of what
Shall I change my ways for better of luck
No, I don't think so, so in a rut I'm stuck
And even for all of you I couldn't change what I am
My song the alter, my poem the lamb
I can see a fire burning, underneath a setting sun
And I feel your heart yearning, but I know I'm not the one
And somehow it doesn't bother me, for I know how that shoulder feels
The cold shoulder of love in my life

And I know I can't blame you
I don't know what you'd see in me
Perhaps all things, I can only hope to be

And the waves came rolling, as twirling eddies broke
And I know your boats a trolling, but mines gone up in smoke
And somehow it doesn't bother me, for I've sank with ships before
The ships of love in my life

And I know I can't blame you,
What the hell could you see in me
Only a relflection, of what I want to be

And I wish I could taste you
As you hug me good night
Perhaps some time, but not tonight