You are very nice and I appreciate all the attention, my headphones have to go on because I struggle with word retention. No, I can't hear what you just said, I am going to write down my rhymes instead.
I think I will buy bigger headphones tomorrow, this guy wants to keep talking to my great sorrow. I start wondering how big they come, oh my, here she comes with his third glass of Rum.
Appearance displays success but I see loneliness in his eyes, frequent travelers understand this whether on the road or in the skies. I don't want to be the one to fix his situation, hopefully he will take a taxi to his train station.
As this continues on I wonder do I display a look, that one night stands are what I am seeking like reading one page in a book. This couldn't be further from the truth, those are as unwelcome as the pulling of a tooth.
They tell us we need a seat belt to keep our lives safe, but when life is crashing around us what holds you in place? There have been times my wild heart full of joy, was broken into pieces just like a forgotten toy.
How did I do it, how did I hang on, when tears filled my nights until the breaking of dawn. When moonlight so beautiful in my eyes, reminds me of a things burning out like stars falling from the sky.
In the middle of the darkest hours my mouth begins to smile, thinking about how much my Savior loves me and it stretches about a mile. My heart slows down feeling a peace about my life, nothing has really changed and I sense the pain is closely swirling by.
A peace that passes all understanding stands between me and that pain, truth buried deep in my heart reminds me in this strength and faith I will gain. How dire the thoughts those with no Savior must be, when in the middle of their darkness there is no faith to calm their heart's raging seas.
So does the seat belt save us, maybe yes or maybe no, when it is all crashing around you only God really knows. Hanging on to the armrest through the bumps and bruises in the sky, you'll find no drug or person will calm you when you feel like your heart is gonna die. .
In window of seat 2A, the moon slowly appears, bringing thoughts of you and friends so dear. Red or white I heard her say, I close my eyes allowing secret dreams to take me away.
My eyes are closed but not with sleep, I want to be left alone as my thoughts grow deep. Friends and family fill my mind, sometimes even fake ones who were phony and unkind.
Quietly a soft urge nudged me from heaven above, to pray for my friend who had suffered much in love. In their life, there had been much loss, it was impossible to imagine or count the cost.
Wounds from life and those they loved, had hidden from view the Fathers patient love. Back and forth to so many self soothing sources, running after peace just like a wild horse.
Anger from loss and betrayal of being used as a means to an end, made it hard for them to ever trust again. God was not something seen as real so who could blame them for trying to not feel.
Sweet notes sent down from above, were taken into a box while seeking true peace and love. Melodies like gifts were sent out with beautiful rhymes, while God waited patiently for His perfect time.
Oh dear friend so valued and loved, by a Father who watches you from above. Close your eyes and feel the breeze from angels wings, as they surround you while I pray and silently sing.
Why is hotel music is all the same, with businessmen trying to play the one night game? They must be so bored with life, or maybe it's their lonely wife.
I hate their sideways glances, with cards left on my table to increase their chances. My heart goes out to the women who play this game. I bet in the morning they don't feel the same.
Eating alone never bothered me, but I guess some assume I sit here lonely. Following you to the elevator, with sideways glances and a "hope to see you later".
For me I want to sleep alone, or catch up with loved ones on the phone. Maybe I will watch a movie or read a book, both are 100% better than any of those sideways looks. (yuck)