Lema

I’m sitting here on this pile of rocks

In the middle of this old field –

Waiting for a sign from you –

But I can’t see very far from here.

Now, I can’t see my future. 

Me?

No, I can’t see a damn thing.

But I still hear the whistle

Of the missiles flying over 

My head.

Yes, and I know what that means.

It’s time to go, time for me to run-

Time to say goodbye to you

For now.

I’m was hoping you'd have a smile for me – 

A little kindness in a world too real –

Praying for a sign from you

That will help me get from there to here.

No, I can’t see my future.

Me?

Now I can’t see a damn thing.

But I can’t help from wishing

You are still crying over

My loss.

Yes, nobody likes to get kicked out

But it happens in this life
I got to learn to accept it-
To survive it
Some how.

So, if you could stop shooting at me-

If you stop shouting for just awhile-

I’ll get going, I know you feel

That I should resign that you

And I won’t get very far together.

I know you can see our future

We?

No, I can’t see a damn thing.

But I still hear your whispers;

Feel your kisses falling on

My face.

And I know what that means.

It’s time to go, time for me to run-

Time to say goodbye to you

For now.
Yes, nobody likes to get kicked out
But it happens in this life
I got to learn to accept it-
To survive it
Some how.

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