Standing Still in Silence
In the Wind that Worries Wrought
Taken, Took, and Tortured
By Fates’ Folly though we Fought.
But Better to Be Brazen
In This Time of Trouble and Tears
Than to give up, then hopes forgotten
And we leave no monument to our years.
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The Pen
The pen my friend will always be for it is always there in necessity.
When the ears and cares of others turn cold the pen and paper my thoughts will hold.
Ink to quench my soul tongue’s thirst, giving fancy flight and feelings verse.
Paper with care my thoughts absorb and the pen no longer becomes a sword,
But becomes the salve that saves the soul from anguishes deadly strangle hold.
The pen my friend will always be for it is always there to comfort me.
A Wave
Some thoughts seem but a ripple
In this great ocean of time.
But as this ripple nears eternity
Its’ significance we may find:
What is but a ripple today
At eternities shores may be a mighty wave.
Civil War
Now those Northern nights are cool and crisp/ And its Autumn charm is often missed/ But don’t go thinking the South don’t have its days/ Cause the summer heat of a Dixie night/ It still does this cowboy right/ And the Southern sun is turning this white neck red/ Those Northern girls, well they sure are pretty but these Southern girls got charm/ I guess a little of both kinds can’t do this soldier harm/ Yes, maybe I can play both sides when it comes to the loving game/ But when it comes to North and South it just don’t seem the same
Chorus: Cause I was born a Yank and raised a Rebel/ Started on steak and grown on grits/ This Civil War in-side of me has been giving this cowboy fits/ I got Northern blood with a Southern heart/ And that Mason-Dixie tears me apart/ The battles putting history to shame/ And if my Northern conscience don’t watch its behind/ I got a funny feeling the South’s gonna win this time
Now Grant and Lee they had it easy/ They didn’t have to fight themselves/ Cause the battle lines crossed fields and pines/ And left their minds alone/ But I got this raging battle being fought within my soul/ Casualties stand to be my sanity as a whole
Chorus:
Now in between the battle I got a chance to rest/ And I realized that both the Rebs and Yanks are Americans at best/ And this Southern heart would be no good without its Northern blood/ So I’ll forget about my differences and thank the Lord above/ That I was born a Yank and raised a Rebel/ Started on steak and grown on grits/ This Civil War inside of me has been giving this cowboy fits/ I got Northern blood with a Southern heart/ And that Mason-Dixie tears me apart/ Outsiders had best leave us alone/ See they got this misconception that our differences make us weak/ Well that’s what the Japs thought in ’42 and just look at who got beat/ Yea these outsiders they had best wake up and watch their own behinds/ Cause there ain’t no doubt that the Rebs and Yanks would win it again this time
One Moment With You
What I held for but a moment has been hold of me for days/ I know its just a memory that I must put away/ But it was some kind of special when I held you so near/ I felt a warmth I’d never known when I whispered in your ear/ Oh how we laughed together, you would have thought there was no end/ But tomorrow found no lovers it only found best friends
Chorus: And they say that’s the way it should be/ But I won’t forget the moment I felt so free/ And every now and then in my memory I’ll spend/ One Moment with You
As I stare at this crumpled paper at the sweet words you once penned/ The silent words they speak to me causing me to remember when/ When it was I said I love you/ When it was you said good-bye/ It hurts to see how quickly time can change our love and lives/ Now I’m supposed to face tomorrow without a thought of yesterday/ I guess I’m not alone dear it’s a game that we all play
Chorus:
Bridge: No matter where I go tomorrow/ No matter what I do/ No matter what it seems to be/ I’ll still remember you/ You don’t judge a book by its cover/ So don’t go judging me by the smile I wear as I’m leaving here/ It just hides your memory
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