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Vagabond


From far away you come, so quiet
Case in mangled fingers
Skin that tells your tales of woe
Boots drenched in rain and snow

Your eyes hold pain beyond your years
Voice cracked with shodden tears
Words emerge, fill the air
Tell of hope, and of despair

Come, sit by my side, tell me a tale to keep
Let me listen to your voice as we fall asleep

You have hands that can hurt and can break
But gently touch the strings
A mind that clutches all worries
That past and night did bring

You find shelter in arms so frail
That caress, but sometimes falter
You light the shadows with a match
Say a prayer beneath the alter

Come, sit by my side, tell me a tale to keep
Let me listen to your voice as we fall asleep

Heart broked and breaking, you stare the abyss in the eyes,
and smile
Heart wrenched and wrenching, you seek, then you find, then escape,
for a while

Come, sit by my side, tell me a tale to keep
Let me listen to your voice as we fall asleep




Lily Shea

JAZZ