Freddie

pearlzepfanpearlzepfan Posts: 456
edited October 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
There's a lake behind ol' Kelley's Farm back home
Where a man can take his thoughts and be alone
I remember the day lying in that field
And how since then the pain has never healed

Me and Freddie'd stay up all night playing our guitars
Talk of pretty girls and driving fancy cars
The town that we grew up in could make anyone feel small
Teachers taught you nothin' except we were no good at all

We took that long walk downtown to enlist
Thinking there must be a better life than this
We never would have done it had we known the debts we'd pay
We wrote our names in blood and signed our lives away

The television and paper always glorifies
But they never saw the fear in poor Freddie's eyes
Him just lying in my arms holding on to one last breath
Then that cold wind blew and he met his death

I was discharged 2 months later after an attack
I was given nothin', 'cept the bullet in my back
Now I sit beside the lake behind ol' Kelley's Farm
And remember how Freddie and me thought no one could do us harm

We were just two young kids looking to make us better lives
To live beside the ocean with our loving lives
Our kids were s'posed to grown up together just like we done
Sometimes dreams can disappear as quickly as they come
"I'm a thief, and I dig it"
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