I’ve been long gone,
in depth’s deep song,
and I proved it all wrong
while deceived for so long.
Pour me another thought,
I think I’m on the brink
and I need to rise to sink
these blues I sing in ink.
Under thunder rise,
do the ripples’ riptides
have broken my stride,
and I need you at my side.
As a friend again,
a night to write again
of the passion, the sin
that can breathe life within.
Changed the way I think
from my fall on the brink
of being consumed by drink,
please, pretty girl, let us hurt defeat.
Inside, life has struck strife,
and tonight I feel so alive.
With hope felt from your sight,
I rose from grief from the bite.
RMC 