B. Bush
"Speak To Me"
People say that people
never say what they really feel.
But when they do,
the very same people
accuse them of not being real.
When I say what is on my mind,
then she simply does turn,
away from my voice and
away from my heart.
Can't she smell my hurt as it burns?
The memories of knowing just what to say,
they're just fading away from my mind.
And now I find myself searching and searching
for anything my heart or
my soul happens to find.
Without saying anything
I found that I liked being with you.
But when I finally did open my mouth
you just turned away just like
so many ones do.
I scared you away with my words
and frightened you, sharing my thoughts.
Now I'm here wishing I'd left it alone and
wanting to take back all the souls that I've bought
and I've sold.........I watch in wonder
as my guardian angel walks away.
Can feel the coldness seeping in,
as my sense of wonder turns from red to grey.
I can feel myself standing
on the edge of this fogotten tide.
On the heels of a devil in a red dress,
can feel the ground give way to the beast inside.
As the burning from the hunger
blankets over me.
I feel the hand close 'round my throat,
eyes fill with water so that I can't see
the approaching mariner and his boat.
He wants to carry me.
Safe at hand he wants to guide me across.
A wooden coin clinched in his hand.
The sense of being blows out of me like a breeze,
blowing my name across this land.
And the devil in the red dress
waits for me to come.
Her open arms seem far away.
100 miles or more and I will never see the sun.
For once I'm there, I'm there to stay.
My guardian angel stops to wave goodbye.
Another poor soul laid to rest.
Life is short and love is always over in the morning,
Posted March 13, 1997
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