- Mental Health»
Song to be sung
The Family Man
Her noise against my leaning ear,
The last person I hear each night,
The first to greet me each morning.
We understand each other as either has a right to expect.
My love and I,
We met on a childhood glance.
A fire under the moon keeps our dreams alive.
We know love.
We live together.
A roof shelters us.
We have gathered loose moments curled in a mattress,
A shriek of children, small dog scurries and hurried whispers,
As such we rotate.
A powerful mind must be its own master.
We possess what we understand.
Time does not forget love.
Give time a warm caress,
Pet it like a living thing.
From this distance in time,
I carry out a self imposed mission doing something worth doing.
To float like a bug to some time past
And fill my pockets with stones
To slow the passage of time.
It's like growing up again,
All those places and names.
There are secret ways to play
Like children still at their games.
Being a child again
Walk like a god.
There is a song in my heart
With music, words and feelings.
The rhythms and rhymes are sitting there,
Locked in a shell waiting to burst
In my heart.