SHOESTRING SHANE

When finality is a good proposition, to take me away from my old pained condition, to numb up my mind, and my deep held conviction, that death is my greatest dear friend. When death in a ditch is a wishful conclusion, from lifes long lost hopes, and pains strong confusion, and all that I've left is time that I'm losing, then death is my greatest dear friend. When all of my thoughts are lost in repression, and I'm apathetic at societies aggression, and all that I hold to, is loss and confession, then death is my greatest dear friend. When I'm done waiting for Godly persuasion, for the light at the edge of my minds deep contagion, and all of my wants are lost in translation, then death is my greatest dear friend. When I'm done contemplating, and thinking and waiting, and all of my needs are broken and taken, and all of my hopes are fallen, and making me think, death is my greatest dear friend. When I'm in depression and darkness surrounds, and clouds of oppression...

I'm not telling any lies, the smoke got in my eyes. And there is no disguise, that the smoke got in my eyes. And it is no surprise, that the smoke was in my eyes. But I have to wonder why, why the smoke got in my eyes! When I was down and out and all about me sang, of the stains of poverty and the stink in which they swam. When I was fading fast and all my colours ran to grey, when my days just wouldn't last and to night they ran away. When I was slipping down into my own deep dark hell. And to all new fads and things around, I grabbed, but also fell. When all my loves had gone, and my hopes were shattered dreams. I stood upright to stay strong so I could write of my struggling themes. So I'm not telling any lies, the smoke got in my eyes. And there is no disguise, that the smoke got in my eyes. And it is no surprise, that the smoke was in my eyes. But I still wonder why, why the smoke got in my eyes! When my only satisfaction is to see the time pass by, and hope my only in...

I look forward to my eternal sleep, where I can finally find the rest I need, to put to silence, that voice down deep, loud inside my quiet mind. I look forward to my eternal peace, which existence stole away from me, and left only dark confusion behind, so I look forward to a quiet mind. I look forward to eternal peace, to steal away that loud release, for inside, my mind, those grey clouds storming, will not find me, in my golden dawning. I look forward to my eternal sleep, where cold's despair, cannot reach me, and only warm sunny skies shall find me, I look forward to dark days behind me. I look forward to my eternal flight, where I can rest for a while, and see from on high, that my life was worth all the pain and the fight, and that my words survive, when I die. I look forward to when those days greet me, when I sleep upon clouds, and skies do meet me, when eternity seeks me, and white wings surround me, I look forward to those bright things around me. I look forward to my et...

Like an angel, she, sailing upon God's breath, blown my way by serendipity, when little hope was left, that I would ever see, such a vision blessed, until she came to me, to give my heart hopes rest. O Sweet Mother Mary. Like a goddess true, sent from heavens crest, glittered in a golden hue, on divinities hand at rest. She, a precious queen, so I'll hold her near to me, like forever she's a dream, the most glorious I could ever see. O My Sweet Mother Mary. She was an angel sent to me, upon the wings of a golden being sent, from higher up than I could ever be, she was for me forever meant. Destiny was her name, she was the only one for me, healing hopelessness was her endless aim, so I rested on her bed for an eternity. O Sweet, Sweet Mother Mary. Like a summers gentle breeze, she is to me so ever pleasing. Like heavens flowers gentle release of their eternal scent, forever teasing. Of glory songs in heaven playing, of the light turning golden once again from greying. When ...

I shall no longer hear that voice endearing, nor gaze within those diamond eyes soul deep. Not once again to that golden heart be nearing, nor ever more that sweet soft touch to greet! I shall no longer hear such precious laughter, nor once more be gifted by that treasured throne. Never again lifted by that sweet happy ever after, nor ever more to that sweetness call my home! I shall no longer see that smile of grace, nor ever more that light of peace once strong. Never again to sight upon that longed for face, nor ever more to that beloved soul belong! I shall no longer feel that heart in bonding, nor ever more be found by it once forgotten. Never again bound by it since love's absconding, nor ever more to her besotten! © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

There is a light beyond the cloud, a light I seek to see. I know that light beyond the cloud, beckons forth for me. And so I shall forever now, look beyond the cloud to see, that somewhere there beyond the cloud, in brightness I shall be. There is a light beyond the cloud, that doubt which follows me. I know that light beyond the cloud, wants to set me free. And so now, I forever shall, wait for it to leave. And know that from that big dark cloud, I shall one day see. There is a light beyond that cloud, the cloud which shadows me. So I seek that light beyond the cloud, which tries to set me free. And I'll wait until forever now, for that light, upon release. For I know I 'll  go beyond that cloud, bright, in golden peace. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com