I can calm your fear
Little lady
Pretty baby
You say you're afraid of the night
Well, I can calm your fear
I've spent many nights out in the cold
And baby there's nothing out there
Nothing that I would let touch you anyway
Little lady
Pretty baby
You say you're afraid of war
Well, I've fired guns and bathed in blood
To keep it away from here
And I can calm your fear
Little lady
Pretty baby
You say you're afraid of death
Well, I've died every night with my heart froze tight
For a love that isn't here
And little lady
Pretty baby
I'd love to calm your fear
4 comments:
It's all blue. Did it used to be blue? I can't remember. I like the poem. It sounds almost songlike. Possibly just me, though.
No. Blue is new. Hey thanks. I don't think it's just you though. A person interviewed on public radio once said, "writing a song is just writing bad poetry." Or something like that, I don't remember what it was, exactly. But maybe my poem is bad. Or it just sounds like an especially good song. <8E
It reads like a vaguely political lullaby...
I dig it either way.
Well, I think of myself as a vaguely political lullaby... So thanks.
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