Some lyrics I wrote - and I sang and made it up as I went along. Nothing is edited - that is what I sang and felt when I was alone typing it. I writ about my home, my life, and how I might not suceed.


Lost.

The window is open,

And I can’t see how.

The curtains are blowing,

And I want to find out.

 

The sofa is clean,

The pillows are straight.

The carpet is bright now,

Yet I don’t know how.

 

Refine me god,

I’m lost now.

The world is always changing,

Find me god oh,

I can’t find my way out.

 

The phone is on,

But it’s again misplaced.

Drawings are left here,

But it didn’t seem to be.

 

The kitchen is sobered,

The tiles are gleaming.

The water isn’t dirty,

And it wasn’t me.

 

Refine me god,

I’m lost now.

The world is always against me,

Find me god oh,

I can’t sacrifice my heart.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-02-13 at 10:34

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