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The goodbye song | The man who took the wind || Home
Don't ever think
don't ever think
that i don't think about you
because
i think about you everyday.
i carry you with me
a close, thoughtful presence
in my soul
that i know will never leave me.
the trees the lofty clouds
a passing
i hear your voice i see your face
above the noisy, constant rush
of daily activity
and i pause
and think about you
and hope you know
that distance means distance in roadway miles
and time means time in measured minutes
but neither are measurements of
the closeness of the heart.
Don't ever think
best friend
my best friend
has to go
but his heart will surely stay
in the small and simple room
by the wall.
they will come and take his things…
his bible and his books,
his towels and his clothes,
but
they can't take his heart
cause it will surely
stay.
it will stay forever
in the room
and in the hall,
in the chants
and the prayers
that echo
off the walls.
they think that they can move him
and they have
and they will,
but a heart is elusive
and chooses where it wills.
my best friend
is leaving
but his heart is in my hand
i'll not let them touch it
in the room
by the wall.
shipping out
they're
shipping you out
like parcel post…
stuffed in a cardboard box
wrapped with brown paper
tied with string
slapped with a stamp
and shipped to Pickering.
out of sight
out of mind
no feelings
no memories
no say
no say.
They who profess ,,,
'love your neighbour
as yourself'
They who
'talk the talk'
should
'walk the walk'.
They who
do the shipping
need to reflect on the lives
They are affecting and
tampering with.
They forget
that one day,
They too,
will be shipped out.
The goodbye song
johny
you and i together
surprise the world
because they can't imagine
why
there would be a love as great as ours.
no one would guess
that in the secret moments of time,
we connect and
the world stops for us
and dances!
time has no hold on us
for our souls reach
across the depths of canyons
and leap…
uniting in abstract clouds of thought.
we were made
to know each other
and understand.
johny
you are the world to me,
i love you like no other.
The man who took the wind
he took the wind
it followed as he walked
along the empty sidewalk…
he didn't know it traveled at his heels
claiming his shadow and owning his soul
he took the wind
we watched him disappear
a blackened image against the barren trees
hunched and cold
abstract and alone
oblivious to the power he commanded
he took the wind
leaving us to face the void of silence
leaving us to peer into the future's face.
