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On His Way

AnonAnon Posts: 11,175
edited March 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Inspired by Off He Goes...


Another turning point, and he's left there on his own
far from home

The darkness feeds him but he's sick and starved,
he's cold

Strangers judge him, friends leave him all alone,
he's owned

The time has come
for him to lay down
into a place he can call home...

Life has not been kind to this lost and tortued soul
In this book that's his life, the pages are burnt and torn
Turn the pages for the story is not yet closed,
it's just begun

What's wrong? What's right?
Questions lead him into a place
he can call home...

Now he's falling, like the rain that soaks his coat,
he's soaked
Drenched in sadness for he lost the one he loved,
she's gone
But there's always hope
Sometimes it must be done on your own...

What can be done?
Racing in circles into a place he can call home

To live or die?
That's the question deep in his mind...

He can't let go of the feelings
he holds inside...

He's found the light he thought was hidden
He's on his way...
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  • pearljamgirl07pearljamgirl07 Posts: 792
    I like it! good work.
    "You're the eve of my destruction in the garden of fears"
  • SENROCKSENROCK Posts: 10,736
    im impressed!
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  • SpunkieSpunkie i come from downtown. Posts: 6,680
    all4PearlJam wrote:
    Inspired by Off He Goes...


    Another turning point, and he's left there on his own
    far from home

    The darkness feeds him but he's sick and starved,
    he's cold

    Strangers judge him, friends leave him all alone,
    he's owned

    The time has come
    for him to lay down
    into a place he can call home...

    Life has not been kind to this lost and tortued soul
    In this book that's his life, the pages are burnt and torn
    Turn the pages for the story is not yet closed,
    it's just begun

    What's wrong? What's right?
    Questions lead him into a place
    he can call home...

    Now he's falling, like the rain that soaks his coat,
    he's soaked
    Drenched in sadness for he lost the one he loved,
    she's gone
    But there's always hope
    Sometimes it must be done on your own...

    What can be done?
    Racing in circles into a place he can call home

    To live or die?
    That's the question deep in his mind...

    He can't let go of the feelings
    he holds inside...

    He's found the light he thought was hidden
    He's on his way...

    free the poor slob
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