Faith in the way
Maybe a long and lonely road
I can remember though I’d sooner forget
Searching for something blazing a trail
Running around in a whisky haze
For the heart of a woman bottle to bottle
Loss and confusion mysterious ocean
All those illusions I came to depend on
Endless waves restless for change
And the name of the game shadow chasing
Talk to the mirror the poetry gone
That old love letter
Torn across the floor
Turn out the light as I whisper your name
Way back when I wanted happiness only
What did I know about heart and soul
Journeys that change us beyond our control
Alone with a memory at home with the cold
Mama always said to me choose who you’re gonna be
Maybe a long and lonely road
Maybe the sun’s your only gold
Keep your faith in the way
Keep your faith
About the Creator
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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