The Best Was Yet to Come
By a shining mountain stream
A young man laid where he fell
In the ruins of his dreams
He looked into the sky
Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking
And the woman knelt beside him
Consuela Biaz
Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
She bathed his wounds
And he kissed her trembling fingers
Consuela Biaz
In the town San Domingo
As we laughed and danced all night
To the sound of flamingo guitars
Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight
He came from over the sea
Full of the passion of when <
Drowning
I’m drowning in sorrow and all the missed,
I missed so many opportunities.
How can I possibly find joy?
Small bits of life, of my life,
The good old times,
Can send a quick second of happiness
Running through my body.
But it never lasts.
It’s not enough.
That small sliver of light
Doesn’t make up for all the dark shadows
Which encompass the entire room.
That small sliver makes the surrounding shadows appear darker.
It makes the misery seem so much worse, so much more intense.
I need a branch, something sturdy; not a sliver.
Maybe a large branch of light would overtake the shadows.
The happiness doesn’t seem to overtake
The pool of misery and depression
That I seem to be sinking in.
I need strength, I need to be heard.
People seem to only want to listen
Once they see the colors,
Once the pain is visible.
I can’t just be there for them,
They need to be there, too.
Why don’t they understand this isn’t some game.
You cant just quit and leave me to keep on going
Its not the kind of thing that can be erased
Abandonment is all your good for.
Times change and people change
But true friends are supposed to always be there,
To always care. They’re supposed to continuously
Listen and take action,
Save me as I drown.