Sunday, December 7, 2025

The Only Song I Had

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They’re gonna gather round,

Some friends and family.

Piece me back together,

From thoughts and memory.


Won't be a perfect story, 

Cause stories never are.

Hope they'll have some laughs,

Cause living life's bizarre.


I'm not a man of faith,

Never claimed to be.

But I did the best I could,

Or a reasonable facsimile.


I kept the wheels greased,

While resisting the machine.

Life is constant push and pull,

While you're stuck in between.


Gonna sing a song to God,

It may be good, or bad.

When my song is done he'll know,

It’s the only one I had.

 

I tried to show my gratitude,

For everything you gave.

I hope they'll say about me,

"He never was self-made."


I'd find a quiet place,

Inside a forest clearing.

And build a fire to burn remains,   

Of all that I was fearing. 


Gonna sing a song to God,

It may be good, or bad.

When my song is done he'll know,

It’s the only one I had.


I never asked for very much,

Just my basic needs.

Believed that every stranger,   

Deserved some dignity.


When the world spun in my head,

I turned it into dance.

Sometimes I got too dizzy,

To take a solid stance.


Gonna sing a song to God,

It may be good, or bad.

When my song is done he'll know,

It’s the only one I had.


They’re gonna gather round,

Some friends and family.

Piece me back together,

From thoughts and memory.


Won't be a perfect story, 

Cause stories never are.

Hope they'll have some laughs,

Cause living life's bizarre.


I'm not a man of faith,

Never claimed to be.

But I did the best I could...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Intense lyrics. And I love the harmonica.

B. Glen Rotchin said...

It's been that kind of month.