So tragic she died so young
29 that's what the papers said
I look around and what do i see
paper faces staring right back at me
outside its just a merry-go round
sometimes we just have to lose,
I stand here looking into the darkness
trying to make sense of it all
the world rotates around ideas
a candle flickers lonely in the night
holding on to whats left of hope
so times i cant stop myself cry
Put on the radio
i listen to the heavy beats
tugging at my very soul
walking these lonely streets
neon light is harsh,is there anyone listening
but i still cant find no place to sleep
and with this heavy heart i still cant ,a place to cry
no remorse no turning back the clock
i pick up the pieces,whats left of my heart
i still need a place to cry.
(c)Bruce Martin 2014
