Sorting

This song popped into my head this morning. Mid tempo rock. Unfinished, a different breathline than usually occurs to me, but what the hey. My imagination is sheltered in place too. 

 

Found an address book in the back of a box of
Not much of anything worth moving to smaller place
And I opened it up like the dummy I’ve always been
Saw numbers turning fuzzy as the names turned into faces

One or two looked back at me lovingly but
More than a few had a look that could burn a hole
Right through walls of safe made of lead and steel
Right down to the basement where I keep my heart and soul

(Chorus)
Let me take it back, Lord, let me surrender to
All I’ve got coming and more as it occurs to You
Each flame I coaxed with the breath of a lie
All the bodies I buried with you’re dead to me eyes

Found a letter I’d started but never had finished that
I’d meant to send to a friend who had written me
Heartfelt and hurt but oh that debt is onerous
Unanswered then, and now, it never can be

Into the ether goes every intention but
Who Judges each one righteous and fair?
A wicked thought though doesn’t need a disclaimer
It satisfies solely the Prince of the Air

(Chorus)
Let me take it back, Lord, let me surrender to
All I’ve got coming and more as it occurs to You
Each flame I coaxed with the breath of a lie
All the bodies I buried with you’re dead to me eyes

One thought on “Sorting

  1. That is really good but please entertain the possibility (as you suggested to me last night) that your guilt and sorrow for what you said and did might have affected the recipient much less than it has subsequently affected you!

    Sent from my iPhone

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