Rocking Chair
Clouds gather in my thoughts
As the words flow through my mind
I sit upon my rocking chair
As I write a letter to you
I can't
No I can't
Just open up and ask you
For the help of a man set free
Look at the blood stained carpet
Reminds me of the past
Wondering, but why me?
The letter still in my hand
I can't
No I can't
Just open up and ask you
For the help from a man
Who set us free
I can't
No I can't
Let the words of this letter
Slip past my ear
Clouds gather in my thoughts
Frustrated, though words still flowing
Again I sit upon my rocking chair
I cannot send my letter to you
Copyright © Jon Vitello | Year Posted 2006
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