DG (9/19/1963 / )

Spare Change 2

you picked up your guiter
and sang to me again, the
sound was so sad i had to
close my eyes, and listen to
your sad words, played in
yea, i felt your sorrow,
and i felt your pain, and
i saw the lonelyness of
a dear friend, fighting for
spare change.
your words were drugs,
your words were trees,
your words were us and
your words were defeated
and left for dead,
then love came, , , and pushed
all that brokenness to the
curv or street.

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Comments (1)

Your words are always so touching, David.