Not a poem. A song I've written. Yet to compose music. Criticism welcome
I'm yet to compose the music but what do u think of the words? Positive criticism welcomed.
Well my boy the time has come to put the deamons in the past,
Drought, headaches and custodial time, my lifes sure sure going too fast.
I used to hold u in my arms amd sing you off to sleep.
Now wee Tommy i lie alone at night and end another week.
Im coming home, thays right my boy im coming home,
Iv been away too long, iv been writimg a song to let you know im coming home.
In a fit of rage with a misty mindi was selfishly drinking my beer,
I thought oh what the hell just what is one more,
Never thinking the poison would wash me off shore.
Mentally drowning with emotional pain, life seems to be driving me a little insane, then somewhere between my irrational thoughts i remember where im going.
Im coming home, thays right my boy im coming home,
Iv been away too long, iv been writimg a song to let you know im coming home.
Now thats behind me, i can see it clearer throigh sober eyes and a focussed head.
I dont know what i was thinking,
I overreacted to what was said,
I wasnt thinking clearly, the alcohol had went to my head.
Its nearly over now my boy the absence broke my beart.
Dont hold it against me son,
Please give me a fresh start.
Im coming home, thays right my boy im coming home,
Iv been away too long, iv been writimg a song to let you know im coming home.
Well my boy the time has come to put the deamons in the past,
Drought, headaches and custodial time, my lifes sure sure going too fast.
I used to hold u in my arms amd sing you off to sleep.
Now wee Tommy i lie alone at night and end another week.
Im coming home, thays right my boy im coming home,
Iv been away too long, iv been writimg a song to let you know im coming home.
In a fit of rage with a misty mindi was selfishly drinking my beer,
I thought oh what the hell just what is one more,
Never thinking the poison would wash me off shore.
Mentally drowning with emotional pain, life seems to be driving me a little insane, then somewhere between my irrational thoughts i remember where im going.
Im coming home, thays right my boy im coming home,
Iv been away too long, iv been writimg a song to let you know im coming home.
Now thats behind me, i can see it clearer throigh sober eyes and a focussed head.
I dont know what i was thinking,
I overreacted to what was said,
I wasnt thinking clearly, the alcohol had went to my head.
Its nearly over now my boy the absence broke my beart.
Dont hold it against me son,
Please give me a fresh start.
Im coming home, thays right my boy im coming home,
Iv been away too long, iv been writimg a song to let you know im coming home.
