Friday, December 12, 2008

Sketches Of My Past

What Was

Here, I am, my baby boys place
long miles from my home
this, his own space

Sitting here as the cold creeps in
old window cills, hardwood floors
gathering dust, always wins

Memories all over
fill my mind
makes my heart grow older

He's, becomming a man
I am, what was
all... a bigger plan

I still remember my mother
smell my fathers shirts on the line
fresh washed laundry, like no other

Power of love keeps us going
what we wanted
comes and goes, never staying

Here I am, alone once again
his sisters picture laughing
her face slipping through time’s sand

Whether alone, or hand in hand
hearts will sometimes be break
Believe me, Son, I know your the man