Hold on Boy
I've seen walking wounded
Stumbling around like a leaf
I've seen an angry fist shake in the wind
And tear stained eyes embracing a sunset
Hold on boy, you're gonna to need these memories
I've seen baby hands grab my fingers
Like a vice
Grab my glasses
Grab my keys
Grab the strings of my heart
Hold on boy, you're gonna need these memories
Another Baseball game
He wasn't there
No matter, I struck out anyway
Shootin' hoops in the rain
Winning shot at the buzzer
Crowd goes wild
Hold on boy, you're gonna need these memories
Laughter of family
Laughter of friends
Never knew what you all wanted
Lost myself in trying to hide
In places I hoped you might look
Now the trees have shed their garmets
And I walk amidst them on this dark lonely night
Hold on boy
Stumbling around like a leaf
I've seen an angry fist shake in the wind
And tear stained eyes embracing a sunset
Hold on boy, you're gonna to need these memories
I've seen baby hands grab my fingers
Like a vice
Grab my glasses
Grab my keys
Grab the strings of my heart
Hold on boy, you're gonna need these memories
Another Baseball game
He wasn't there
No matter, I struck out anyway
Shootin' hoops in the rain
Winning shot at the buzzer
Crowd goes wild
Hold on boy, you're gonna need these memories
Laughter of family
Laughter of friends
Never knew what you all wanted
Lost myself in trying to hide
In places I hoped you might look
Now the trees have shed their garmets
And I walk amidst them on this dark lonely night
Hold on boy
posted by Brett at 12:44 PM
1 Comments:
"I've seen baby hands grab my fingers...grab the strings of my heart..."
My daughter likes to hold onto my fingers, or my nose, as she falls asleep. It's just heartbreaking.
I'll start writing again once I get a few things figured out. My sister's 18-month-old daughter passed away in her sleep about a month ago, and I've kind of lost the desire to say much since then.
Or at the very least I want to say something that matters...
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