I'm crying, Tears of Happiness
I'm trying, to Be my Best
the Best of Me, is yet, to Be
the Rest of Me, can wait, and see
Tho, Who will See,
when I am gone ?
and all that's left
is this old Song
All you can Hear,
and All you hold Dear
is passing you by,
when you say Goodbye
It's never Goodbye,
it's Always Hello
Are ya Goin..?..
Hell, No
Everything changes,
What's Less, is More
Forever a Challenge,
it's never a Chore.
the prophets of Doom,
will Kill you,
though you won't Know
till you Face Them
yes Them,
there's more than One of them
we're not One, we're Many,
Pick, or Choose, take Any
One you Like,
and some, you Hate
and all you Know,
is learned too Late
Or, is it all,
in Preparation
for someone's call,
or Incarnation
You won't know what Help is,
till you really Need it,
and there's None, to Give
and No-one left, to Receive it
They are all dead,
and gone away
all in your Head
and out of your Way
There is no End,
just new beginnings,
don't go with the Trend
just keep singing
For, it's not for You, to learn the Words,
it's for You, to write your Own
You'll learn Nothing,
from a Book,
and whole Lifetime,
from one single Look
a single glance, will tell you
all there is to Know
we sing of Romance,
though it's sadness, we Dance,
when our Heart's on show
and when the show is over,
the dancing, is all done..
You're the Last one standing
everyone's gone Home
That's where their Heart is,
it isn't Here,
Home is where your Heart bleeds to be,
Home, is where your Need will Be.
©2016 Phillip Hennessy
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