Thursday, December 12, 2013

WATCHING SMOKESTACKS

Oh he sits
Like a puppet with no master
Watching the smoke
Lift into the sky
All he feels
Is a deep-down sense of hollow
Waiting to break
Agony inside

Losing her
Was too much for him to manage
Distorts a mind
Nothing matters now
So he sits
And lets smoke create her image
She drifts away
All day in it's clouds

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Why's he staring at the smokestacks
What do you think he sees
Mama, what's he looking for
Should we check if he still breathes
Do you think that he has family
Does he expect someone...
~~
I don't know child
Maybe he waits on love
~~*~~

People talk...
He became a conversation
And they all watched
His young life decay
No one tried
To approach, and ask the stranger...
~~
Do you need help
Will you be okay

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
On a bench, across the river
From the lumber mill he died
In his arms, a news paper
With a tragedy inside
She had lost her battle
He gave up without a fight
On a bench, across the river
From the lumber mill, he died
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Why's he staring at the smokestacks
What do you think he sees
Mama what's he looking for
Should we check if he still breathes
Do you think that he has family
Does he expect someone...
~~
I don't know child
Maybe he waits on love
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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