I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.
I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.
Seems like there is someone breathing on top of me.
It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?
It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?
I remember when you once called me your soul mate – do you still miss me as I miss you?
The streets are dark and there are no lights up on the poles.
The streets are dark and there are no lights up on the poles.
I am stumbling and I am tumbling through the potholed rocky roads.
There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here.
There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here.
I sometimes wander and wonder if I could make it across to there.
A tree is bowing as if in prayer.
There is a strong wind blowing and I am feeling scared.
There is a young lady beside me with freckles and red hair.
She says she knows me but I wonder how much she actual understands.
She says she knows me but I wonder how much she actual understands.
I am not a gentleman, nor a hero I am simply a strange man.
I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.
I am blindfolded and bound to a tree.
Seems like there is someone breathing on top of me.
It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?
It must be you baby – is it true its you my baby blue?
I remember when you once called me your soul mate – do you still miss me as I miss you?
As always I love your stories and poems!!!!!
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