some of my soul purging songs of remedy i wrote

Song Never Finished

How long do I hold my breath?
How long do you plan to wonder?
How far should I walk with you?
How would I know that you still want to hear my song?

Tomorrow never seemed so intangible
It makes me not able to fall asleep
But I hear your whisper in the moonlight
The night is chilly and there is a hole shaped like you

I’m sorry I never finished the song
I was so damn lost in your lake Champlain eyes
But it’s true I’ve always, always wanted, wanted you in my Sunday morning

How many moments have we grown?
How deep should I bury the shells we picked?
How kind should I be to your dream?
How much is the price of your beautiful, beautiful face?

Yesterday was the same as the day before
Thinking about the sunshine in the room
In the city where we made so much laughter
Now I’m here, I’m lost, I’m scared to believe

I’m sorry I never finished the song
I was so damn lost in your lake Champlain eyes
But it’s true I’ve always, always wanted, wanted you in my Sunday morning

Unsure like the weather outside
My heart is singing your name
Don’t know where you are or what you see
Just wishing that you would sing this song with me

Tomorrow never seemed so intangible
It makes me not able to fall asleep
But I hear your whisper in the moonlight
The night is chilly and there is a hole shaped like you

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Sunshine

When the sun tips just so slightly
Or the wind blows from the wrong direction
I’m reminded of the smallness
of my own hands

It’s a struggle just to hold on
To a simplicity of loving small beauties
So I cry, so I cry for the pink sky over the city
and your brilliant smile

The iceberg is melting, a good woman is bruised
The mine is bursting, a child is left alone
The weight of the world feels heavier today
‘Guess I’m not that strong
and she has gone

When the truth of the world came tumbling down
It knocked down everything we believed in
Lost in heat and translation, all I could do was
to buy you flowers wrapped in newspaper

Being young is like being judged without a cause
Ideals and the reality battle over our sorrows
Please, please hold my hand, ‘cause you are the sunshine that brings peace

The last bird is dying, an honest man is hungry
The triggers are pulled, a friend is gone forever
Can’t help but question why the hell this must be
All I want is to be free
and she has gone

Please, please hold my hand, ‘cause you are the sunshine that brings peace
Please, please hold my hand, ‘cause you are the sunshine that brings peace….