Cry For You

All i can do is to cry for you

I haven't the courage to die for you

If i had the strength, then i just might do

But instead i'll just cry for you

Maybe i'll try say a prayer for you

A something in which i could swear to you

In words that were loyal, to pull you through 

But that is so hard to do

What if i told you i'd die for you!

Is that you're intention for me to do?

Be the ultimate sacrifice, strong and true 

But would you then cry for me?

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Moves, are merely distractions 

Eyes, only pools of lies

Souls, remain lost eternal 

Truth, is when someone dies 

Tears, tell of how we suffer 

Breath, is of some relief 

Death, becomes something sacred 

Love, is but false belief

Fifty Shots Of Whiskey

I'm pissed and i am pissed off

But i ain't going down

Many think that one more drink 

This man is gonna drown 

I'm tanked up like a fucking tank, ready for a fight

And fifty shots of whiskey couldn't knock me out tonight

I'm lookin' for ya bastard 

You better run and hide 

You have a gang that's with you 

But the devil's at my side

My bark may slur a little, but this dog is gonna bite

And fifty shots of whiskey couldn't knock me out tonight

And when i find ya bastard

The bells of hell will ring 

I kid you not, it's gonna hurt

These fists are gonna swing 

I'll hit you with a left hook, then floor you with a right

And fifty shots of whiskey couldn't knock me out tonight 

Said fifty shots of whiskey couldn't knock me out tonight... Boom!

Passing Through

I sit here reminiscing 

Of days long in my past

Those years have travelled swiftly  

They've come and gone so fast 

Those times spent round the campfire 

Where flames danced through the night 

Leaving smoldering embers 

As dawn replaced its light 

Those friends who were my brothers

In caravans called home 

They were the closest family 

That this man had ever known 

We'd smoke what nature gave us 

While music filled the air 

What little we all had back then 

We'd find enough to share

We found a place to settle 

A road side with a view 

Beside a rolling river

Like us just passing through 

The hills a welcome shelter

From winters hard to bare

I'd never found a place called home

Like i had found right there 

That fire keeps on burning

It warms my soul and heart

That family still remains with me

However far apart

And like that river passing through

We'll meet again sometime

I'll keep our fire burning 

In this gypsy heart of mine

Lucinda

Lucinda once a woman who'd been buried many years ago

Now tired of her resting she crawled from the grave she laid 

She didn't understand her neighbors, comfortable and cozy 

Who had visitors who knelt with them and listened as they prayed 

Lucinda once a woman, was a woman men would marry

She'd had the bluest eyes that any man had ever seen

And often at her fancy she would lay right down beside them

And take those men to places where no man had ever been

Lucinda walked for miles towards her final destination 

And soon stood at the doorway of her well remembered home

He hadn't moved her key from underneath the garden rock 

And so she walked right in to find the bastard sleeping all alone

Lucinda stood awhile and she just gazed upon the man

The very man who'd killed her with the poison that he gave

She saw a bottle by his side and thought that she might do the same

And send this vile creature to his well deserving grave

Lucinda though had other plans and slid beneath the silky sheets

And put an arm around him in the way she used to do

It wasn't long before the pig beside her gave a smile

Aware that down beneath the sheets anticipation grew

Lucinda sat upon him and she let him have his moment

He opened up his eyes and gave an agonizing cry 

The woman that he'd murdered was the corpse that sat upon him

The very one he'd poisoned and had watched once slowly die

Lucinda felt his heart as it beat heavy in his heaving chest

It stopped just like a broken clock and didn't make a sound

She felt a little tired and so returned back to the graveyard

Where at last she found her peace beneath the cemetery ground 

Franchesca

Franchesca was a little girl who loved her father dearly 

She sobbed her little heart out crying "Daddy can you hear me?"

The darkness she was deeply in had shrouded him from sight 

And everything surrounding her was black and pitch as night 

Her father sat beside her with his head held in his palms 

Remembering the baby that he once held in his arms 

He raised his head to see Franchesca pale in her bed 

Before the nurses sterile gaze confirmed his daughter dead 

Imelda

It once was told a house was built upon a silent hill, and stood there in the shadows now for many, many years

It's true to say that many often passed the door that filled them with an inner dread that preyed upon their deepest, darkest fears

But long ago this very place was home to sweet Imelda, who would run around its structure through the dark and empty halls 

It's said she had a gift, and she would see them as they freely moved around the house, then disappear behind the solid walls

No one ever visited, and as the seasons hurried by, a lonely woman lived within this dark and damp abode  

And with the passing years, the cracks and peeling paint were of an age in which this shadowed home of hers was miserably showed 

When passers by came close they'd hear the sobbing of Imelda, that would break the heart of any living thing that came to care

But all would keep their distance, as the fear was overwhelming... Imelda had her demons who were locked away in there

The voices that were heard were incoherent in a whisper, like the wind that sent a frozen finger running down a spine 

The sun would never shine upon the broken tiled rooftop, and the passers by would see this as a supernatural sign

So poor Imelda passed away and no one mourned her sorry soul, but still her sobs are heard as though she never really died 

And to this day not one has ever had the nerve to turn the handle of the creaking door of hers and visit her inside