George Bothamley
The words that I write
Are wishes set free
And emotions to feel
If you know how to see
But you're missing the point
Of this poetry
It's all about you
Not about me
Just one more chance
Just one more dance
Just one last stolen glance
Before the moon forsakes the sky
My love - Don't say goodbye
Remember the lights
That used to shine
With your heart so close to mine
Remember the nights we danced so long
And this was our favourite song.
And i know it's too late
To ask for more
We're not who we were before
These memories in mind are ghosts at the door
And shadows all over this floor
But darling by the break of day
Before the music fades away.
Just one more chance
Just one more dance
Just one last stolen glance
Fame isn't success;
And money isn't happiness;
What you possess is not impressive,
Expensive dress is useless;
So don't stress,
Or get depressed;
Express your essence,
Nothing less;
Ask questions,
Learn lessons,
Count your blessings,
Do your best.
Have faith, and keep believing,
Because every flower has it's season;
And remember, if you're still breathing -
There must be a reason.
Put down your guard, dear
give up on the night.
Lay down your daggers
I'm not here to fight.
Come out of the shadows,
step into the sun.
I'm not here to justify,
or excuse what's been done
And i don't need to remind you
of the times and the days
I'm not trying to convince you
of a change in my ways
You know me too well, dear -
there's nothing to hide
There's no crown of thorns here . . .
it's been crucified
The deal has gone down
on this gamblers game
The candle burnt out,
and i'm not mourning the flame
And i'm not looking to blame you
for the tears that i've cried
I just want you to know, dear
My love never died
Butterfly, so shy
sitting on my shoulder
Sunrise cries
for the times i told her
Don't want to die
but i keep getting older
And soon the day is over
Then the moon, so sad
so young and lowly
Spills it's soul
over ground so holy
Looking through these eyes
and these eyes only
I know that you're lonely