By Alfred Brown
This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.” I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015. The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.
15 -one day some day in a way
One day some day in a way i can’t predict
I’ll leave you’ll see and you’ll grieve when i do this
You’ll cry that’s why you should try to understand
i know I’ll go but I’ll show as best i can
My love enough lord above until that day
I feel it’s real to reveal and come what may
For when the end comes my friend I’ll be long gone
the sun and fun will be done wait for new dawn
C:
One day some day
Some way i say
be free just free
Just me and she
One day some day in a way i don’t yet know
I’ll find a kind of sublime love that will show
It’s true that you were not who was meant for me
Instead my head on a bed will lay with she
I’ll let her pet what i set on her pillow
While yes caress her each tress myself so slow
Our gaze then stays until rays divert our eyes
On this that bliss that gives kiss but never lies
16 -it's not the same old song
C:
Cause it’s not the same old song
And the song won’t remain the same
I try to sing it but it comes out wrong
And I’m left wondering who’s to blame
I can run but i cant hide
It follows me wherever i go
They have promised but they have lied
For what i see is what i know
There is no hope only despair
The end is coming soon
While they cheat i play fair
Again i sing a sad tune
The words the same or have they changed
I do not know any more
The rules of old have rearranged
And so it goes without a score
17 -nothing is mine
I have given everything in my possession
To you for you as you are my obsession
I will make and have made every concession
I’ll forsake god for you that’s my confession
C:
Nothing is mine
Even if i should find
You treat me unkind
I’ll follow close behind
I search my belongings but they no longer be
I have nothing left not even what i call me
I have no self nor valuables nor property
I have no claim to even hope or liberty
I give you my mind my body my soul
if theres anything else take it under control
If it’s yet in your grasp, you can take a hold
If it’s not, it will be, as i am bought and sold
Make it yours it is yours i am yours alone
i am nothing if i have anything that is still my own
Take it all, take my flesh then take my bone
Even if the pain should make me weep and moan