THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
GAIL'S GARDENS
she took my creativity put it in a bottle poured it out like wine then consumed it she took my life energy governed the throttle drove it into the ground did not exhume it I gave up my writing time for family she took everything until there was nothing left of me I gave up my music I gave up my soul I trusted her to nurture me I gave her control she took my humanity put it in a tin can pushed it over a cliff then walked away she took my hope and sanity and all that made me a man left me lost and adrift no talk today I gave up my reason and rhyme for family followed her evrywhere until there was nothing left of me I gave up my music I gave up my soul I trusted her to nurture me my life was the toll and all the friends I had before must have wondered where I had gone told them I was falling in love trusting them to carry on and all the addresses and numbers were taken in her loving care but when I looked around to find her gone I found nothing else was there and now I can contact no one as if I'm no longer here but I know I have many precious friends somewhere... out there... somewhere I gave up my writing time for family gave up all my friends and fans until she was all I could see and then when she dissappeared nothing was left of me I gave up my music I gave up my soul I gave up my writing for a new role and then they were gone and then she was gone and then it was gone now I have no role Writing My Role Ric Candor ©2002 BACK> GAIL'S GARDEN INDEX OF GOO NEXT  EMAIL
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