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Songs In The Key Of Love

A flower in bloom on a summer’s day

Bathed in the early morning dew

There’s a man with a rose in his hand

That he planted and he grew

Especially for you

The sound of a newborn babies cry

Music from above

There’s a man playing his guitar

Singing songs in the key of love

New moon shining on a virgin night

Diamonds in the sky

There’s a man with a smile on his face

And true love in his eyes

Love that he planted and he grew

Singing songs in the key of love

Especially for you

I’d climb the highest mountain

Especially for you

I’d swim the deepest sea

I’d walk barefoot through the desert

In the middle of the summer

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do

Singing songs in the key of love

Especially for you

A ripple on a lake of glass

Teardrop from an angels eyes

There’s a man with love in his heart

That is bigger than the sky

Fresh brewed coffee on a rainy morning

Sunshine on the sea

A man is deeply in love with you

And that man happens to be me

Love that I planted and I grew

Especially for you

I’d climb the highest mountain

Especially for you

I’d swim the deepest sea

I’d walk naked through a blizzard

In the middle of the winter

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do

Singing songs in the key of love

Especially for you

Singing songs in the key of love

My serenade to you

Singing songs in the key of love

Especially for you

There’s a man playing his guitar

Music from above

A man who is deeply in love with you

Singing songs in the key of love

Especially for you

Songs In The Key Of Love - Written in January 2007. This song and the inspiration for writing it is still very fresh in my mind …. With a smile on my face and love in my heart!

In The Garden Of Eden

There is silence in the boardroom

Of a corporate owned land

Where the future is held

In an unopened hand

A mission accomplished

Though the battles were lost

And a democracy declared

At so high a cost

Fighting for prosperity

And to keep evil in check

There’s a new string of pearls

Around an old woman’s neck

The son rose to shine

On a place with no light

So the whole world could see

That his father was right

There are protests in the cities

And dissention in the ranks

As ancient souls scream

From within American fuel tanks

The full metal jacket

Is the uniform of freedom

Where the battle line was drawn

In the Garden Of Eden

In The Garden Of Eden – This was written shortly after the January 2007 State Of The Union Address was given by George Bush. It speaks for itself.

The Moon and The Sun

How do I say how much I love you
How do I tell you how much I care
Times are changing like the clouds above you
Re-arranging in the air

What can I say to make you love me
How can I be your only one
I always want your light to shine upon me
For I am the moon and you are the sun

How do I show you the love in my heart
How do I open up my soul
The spirit in my mind is dancing
But I feel like I’m dancing in a hole

I can’t think of us not being together
I can’t think of you and me being alone
I just want to be with you forever
You’re the greatest love I’ve ever known

What can I say to make you love me
How can I be your only one
I always want your light to shine upon me
For I am the moon and you are the sun

The Moon And The Sun - A love song written in 2002 at the end of a long term relationship. In reality the lyrics represent how I wish I would have felt, but not they way I actually felt. I wish that the relationship could have worked out, but it was not to be. When it came to an end the relationship had played its course. Its time had come. It was over…. And that was fine!

The Search

If I could see beyond all time

Beyond the boundaries of my mind

If I could fly among the heavens above

I would search for you my love

If I could sail the deep blue sea

Alone and wondering if you dream of me

Across all seas and oceans of tears

I would search for you my dear

If I could fly among the stars

Beyond the moon and planet Mars

I would fly to distant galaxies

Find you and bring you home with me

I would search every day and night

Search for you at the speed of light

I’d sail the oceans, the seas of time

Beyond the boundaries of my mind

If I could ride atop an angels wing

Hitchhike the universe, always searching

I would search forever, for all eternity

Find you and bring you home with me

A moment in time is a moment too long

For the love of my life to be gone

No matter how distant you may be

I’ll find you and bring you home with me

The Search - “A moment in time is a moment too long for the love of my life to be gone” This lyric sums up what I was trying to covey in this song. This song is not about searching for a lover, rather it is about searching for and keeping love always in your life.

A Visit From An Old Friend

I had a visit from an old friend

A real old friend of mine

Unexpected visit from an old friend

Who had been gone for a long, long time

Old friend asked me for a place to stay

Old friend sought shelter from the rain

Old friend thought we could relive yesterday

Old friend forgot about the pain

I had a visit from an old friend

I thought was gone long ago

Unexpected visit from an old friend

A friend you never want to know

Old friend wanted to paint the town

“Put on your party shoes”

Old friend wanted me to throw some down

Old friend wanted me to use

I had a visit from an old friend

Who just showed up at my door

Carrying baggage in both arms

I knew tomorrow there’d be more

So I said to my old friend

“Go back to where you’ve been”

Take your baggage and go away

Because I won’t let you in”

I had a visit from an old friend

Old friend from the past

Unexpected visit from an old friend

Sometimes friendships do not last

I said goodbye to an old friend

I won’t let an old friend change my ways

I said hello to some new friends

I said hello to better days

Old friend, old days

Old friend, old ways

Old friends never say goodbye

Old friendships never die

Old friend, it’s been a long, long time

Old friend was never a friend of mine

A Visit From An Old Friend – It always seems to me that whenever I have made a significant, but difficult change, for the better, in my life I will be doing just fine when out of nowhere an “old friend” will pop back into my life. The “old friend’ will want me to do things that I had a rough time successfully stopping. The “old friend” turns out to not be a friend at all. It took me too long, in my life, to learn what the difference is between an “old friend” and a “good friend.”

Thank You For Saying I love You

Thank you for saying I love you

Those three words filled my heart

And touched my soul

I was feeling down

Like I was just inches off the ground

But you healed my wounded spirit

And made me once again feel whole

Thank you for saying I love you

Your voice was like music in my ears

There is never a right or wrong time

But it has been a very long time

That anyone has said those words to me

And it is so wonderful to hear

Thank you for saying I love you

It might be just three simple words

But sometimes it is difficult to say

I was feeling blue and weary

Now my eyes are getting teary

And I know all of my tomorrows

Will be better than yesterday

Thank you for saying I love you

There is so much that I want to say to you

And I know you will understand

You have put a big smile on my face

And my heart beats at a faster pace

Those three words have made me

Want to be a better man

Thank you for saying I love you

When I look into your eyes

I can see your words are true

I never want to wake up from this dream

I want to shout, I want to scream

And let the whole world know

That I’m in love with you

Thank You For Saying I love You – Sometimes saying “thank you” to someone who says “I love you” can mean a lot more than just saying “I love you too.” Love is a gift.

The House On Nottingham Lane

We moved there a few years ago

From our home along the coast

All the kids had left by then

Along with all their ghosts

You and I had found the time

To fill another space

It was not unwise to change our lives

And find another place

I look out the window panes

From the house on Nottingham Lane

On the good times and the pain

From the house on Nottingham Lane

Everything seemed to change

As if the world had rearranged

As we listened to the rain

From the house on Nottingham Lane

All the laughter and the tears

Had occupied so many years

There were good times, there were bad

There were times we never had

We would laugh and we would play

And enjoy almost every-day

But sometimes were not so good

Around the neighborhood

I look out the window panes

From the house on Nottingham Lane

On the good times and the pain

From the house on Nottingham Lane

Everything seemed to change

As if the world had rearranged

As we listened to the rain

From the house on Nottingham Lane

The House On Nottingham Lane - I wrote this on Fathers Day 2002. I was really depressed because I had no reason to believe that my two oldest children would even call me to wish me a happy Fathers Day. Neither one did, nor have they since that day. I know that it is my fault. I have not really been a father to either one of them. By the time I learned how to be a good father to my third child from my second marriage, my two kids from my first marriage were already teenagers. I was so young, I was still a kid myself when they were both born. By the time I grew up they grew up too.

Ten Hot Fingers And One Cool Guitar

Some people say I’m a loser

But I have to disagree

I’m a crafter of songs that live in my heart

I live my life to its own melody

I look at life through strangers eyes

And write with a hand not of my own

I sing to the rhythm that lives in my soul

And the percussion that dwells in my soul

My heart beats to the bass line of love

It truly knows pleasure and pain

Lyrics are born in the core of my mind

As the music flows through my veins

I traded my car for a Martin Guitar

I sell my blood to keep myself fed

I sing for tips out on the street

Just to keep a roof over my head

I might end up living in a cardboard box

Then again I could be a star

Music’s my life and my life is music

Cause I got ten hot fingers

And one cool guitar

When I close my eyes I see music in colors

That would make a rainbow look small

The colors resonate between my ears

Just like in a great concert hall

I dream in music, beautiful music

Treble clefts dance through my mind

My life is like a blank sheet of paper

And I live it in three quarter time

Yeah, I traded my car for a Martin Guitar

And I want the whole world to hear it

Within the rosewood and spruce there is a soul

That old guitar has a beautiful spirit

I might end up living in a cardboard box

Then again I could be a star

Music’s my life and my life is music

Cause I got ten hot fingers

And one cool guitar

Ten Hot Fingers And One Cool Guitar - Sometimes when I write something happens to me where I see life from a strangers eyes and write with a hand not of my own. This song is autobiographical. It is a glimpse into the way I write and what goes through my head.

Tail Lights Fading Into the Night

How many times can we say goodbye
How long can a final embrace last
How many tears can fall from our eyes
How do I make up for the past

I wish some words were never spoken
And tell you I was wrong and you were right
Is there a cure for a heart that’s broken
Tail lights fading into the night

How long will we remember our last kiss
As we made love beneath a full moon sky
How long will we keep a moment like this
How many times can we say goodbye

Oh, rainy days and memories
Sometimes lovers, sometimes enemies
But there were sunsets only we could see
Tail lights fading into the night

Tail Lights Fading Into The Night - Tail lights fading into the night…….. The final scene in a movie where a man watches his lover drive off into the night never to see his lover again. He watches the tail lights of her car fade into the night until they disappear. But this is not a movie. This is life. Sometimes we think that life imitates art, but it is actually the opposite. Art imitates life. Two people share a love, but only for a while. No matter what happened, there will always be memories that will be special to them… “There were sunsets that only we could see.”

Shopping Just For One

Today I saw you in the grocery store

Pushing around a shopping cart

Like we’ve done a hundred times before

You used to think it was so much fun

Now you’re shopping just for one

You bought a half-gallon of milk

And one six pack of beer

You bought corn, but only one ear

It won’t be long before your shopping is done

Now you’re shopping just for one

You bought a six pack of hot dogs

And an eight pack of buns

A single red tomato and one sweet onion

You’re cooking alone, because I won’t be home

Now you’re shopping just for one

Shopping Just For One - The lyrics to this poem came to me while I was grocery shopping at Ralph‘s Market one evening in 2005. Denise and I had recently decided to live apart and re-evaluate our relationship

Another Song From A Love Struck Mind© 2007 by Rick Ellis Here we are one more timeSharing conversation, food and wineWe have put our hearts on the lineProtecting yours, protecting mineWe’ve made love a thousand timesBut we have only made love in our mindsAs we listen to another song of mineAnother song from a love struck mind We sit and listen to the falling rainAnd distant thunder from an outbound trainAdrenalin flowing through our veinsAs if anticipating impending painAnd as the early morning hours waneWe quietly go quite insane It seems like every time it rainsWe find ourselves in this place againTrying so hard to not fall in love But you are all I am thinking ofYes, we have made love a thousand timesBut we have only made love in our mindsWe are just too frightened of the painSo we sit and listen to the falling rainAnd to another song of mineAnother song from a love struck mind Another Song From A Love Struck Mind – This is about the fear of love. Sometimes people will fear love because they fear pain. I have feared love to the point of running away from it. I regret doing that now and wonder how different life might be if I was not so afraid of being hurt.

Shine

When you walk into a crowded roomEverybody looks your wayYou can take the darknessOut of a stormy day Because you shine When I look into your eyesYou take my breath awayYou have made me realize I love you more each dayBecause you shine Just being in your presenceCan make a blind man smileHe could see beauty in your essenceYour graciousness and styleBecause you shine When I hold you in my armsI feel the warmth of your soulYou can take a broken spirit And make it wholeBecause you shine Shine like the sun over the oceanLike a diamond in moon lightShine like a spiritual emotionLike Venus in the nightShine Like Aurora BorealisLike a summers harvest moonShine like Wonderland with AliceLike a happy little tuneYou shine, you shine

Shine - This song was written for and about Denise in 2005

Riding With The Wind

Riding down a Mexican highway
Federale’s on my tail
There’s a dead man back in Mexicali
And a cold bed waiting for me in a jail

Too much time and too much tequila
Waiting for a dealer to come through
A man like me can go crazy
Waiting in a bar with nothing to do

I am running once again

And I’m riding with the wind

Riding with the wind

She walked through the door of the cantina
With a sharp edge tongue and a sharp edge knife
I did not know that this senorita
Was a badass woman and the dealers wife

They are looking for me south of the border
They have a big price on my head
Wherever I go I leave trouble and disorder
Now there’s a grieving widow and a dealer’s dead

I am running once again

And I’m riding with the wind

Riding with the wind

Riding With The Wind - Composed and written in 2004. I wrote the music for this song on the piano and the bass guitar. While writing the music, the hook “I am running once again and I’m riding with the wind” popped into my mind. It followed the bass line really well. The rest of the song just came together after that.

Once I Had A Penguin

©Rick (Redshoes) Ellis

Once I had a penguin, I named my penguin Earl

Though I was never sure if Earl was a boy or a girl

I loved my penguin, I gave Earl lot’s of love and care

The two of us, together, made a very handsome pair

I would wear my tuxedo that was very similar to Earl’s

We’d waddle to the promenade and try to meet some girls

Things that women said to me are too obscene to mention

But that beak face penguin got plenty of the attention

One day we were hanging out when two nuns passed us by

One named Sister Mary caught Earl’s beady eye

Now Earl and Sister Mary are very much in love

Mary and Earl got married, she divorced the man above

Now they are together every night and day

Once I had a penguin, but my penguin flew away

Now you’ve heard my story, you might not believe it true

It might be a metaphor, it might be about me and you

For once I had a lover, but one day she was gone

I thought love would last forever, but my lover moved on

Don’t take life for granted, or neglect what you can’t see

Don’t try to escape the past, or live a fantasy

I have met with love before, maybe I will again someday

Once I had a penguin, but my penguin flew away

Once I Had A Penguin - Penguins, for some reason, kept popping into my life via TV, movies, magazine articles, etc. Being a parrot owner and having very close relationships with them, I wondered what it would be like to own a penguin. Like driving around in my convertible with a penguin on my front seat…. Definitely a “chick magnate” I would think. This is pretty funny, but really it is a story is about heartbreak and lost love and taking life for granted with a little bit of hope thrown in….. Written somewhere between midnight and sunrise sometime around the fall of 2006

Old Songs Playing On The Radio

The days they come, the days they go
And as they pass I miss you so
Like a tragic ending to a midnight show
A story about love I will never know

Oh, the memories of long ago
Old songs playing on the radio

Too hurt to say goodbye

Too proud to say hello

Old songs playing on the radio

I see you’ve found another friend
Where will it lead, where will it end
Window shopping for a second hand
Wedding ring for a stranger’s hand

Oh, the memories of long ago
Old songs playing on the radio

It’s been so nice to see your face
From across the street in my hiding place
A small café where I drink my tea
I wonder if you ever dream of me

Oh, the memories of long ago
Old songs playing on the radio

Too hurt to say goodbye

Too proud to say hello

Old songs playing on the radio

Oh, the memories of long ago
Old songs playing on the radio

Old Songs Playing On The Radio - It is funny how two people can be in a close, loving relationship for a long time and then after breaking up one of the them gets into another relationship and after a few months gets married. Written in late 2002, this is one of my favorite songs.

He walks from town to town

In his old red shoes

He knows not what he's searching for

But he knows it's something he must do

He has no gloves or jacket

Or sweater to keep him warm

And he has no friends or family

Who will give him shelter from a storm

Some say the old man is crazy

Or that he's on the lunatic fringe

Some suspect that he's a junkie

Or that he's on an alcoholic binge

But the old man is not an addict

And he has never tasted booze

He is just a wandering man

Walking in his old red shoes

He has been a seeker

For a long, long time

He's been seeking something

That he can never seem to find

He does not do much talking

Because he has no time to lose

He just needs to keep on walking

Walking in his old red shoes

Old Red Shoes

The Converse high top style

His worn out canvas sneakers

Have seen more than many miles

Old Red Shoes

If only they could talk

They would tell us stories about a road

That most men would fear to walk

Old Red Shoes

Makes the old mans feet feel sore

But his search has finally ended

He found what he was searching for

Like his old red shoes

With their nearly devastated soles

The old man found his purpose

In a world of lost and broken souls

Old Red Shoes - After about twenty years with the “Redshoes” nickname this little ditty came to me late, late one night. The man in the red shoes in the poem is not me. At least I don’t think he is me. Maybe he is me… future me. But he is not consciously written into the poem to represent me. I think I wrote this around 2002. I remember being very sleep deprived when I wrote it. When I go a long time without sleep I often start producing theta brain waves. When I am in that state of mind I become ultra-creative. A lot of the best music, songs and poetry that I have created occurred when I, for one reason or another, had gone a long time without sleep

Oceans Blue

I would wake up in the morning and wash the sand from my eyes

Then look out on the ocean to the sound of seagull’s cries

Once, dolphin played just a hundred feet off shore

Now, like the sea lions and pelicans we don’t see them anymore

Sea shells would paint the shoreline with each changing tide

Then they’d build a harbor, Oh where do the seashells hide

Oil wells and tanker ships obstruct the sunsets view

Each day they kill a little more of the ocean blue

There’s chemicals and P.C.B.’s

Flowing down rivers into the seas

There’s oil tankers spilling crude

Whales are starving, not enough food

From the rocky northwest coastline, south to Mexico

The garbage and pollution is everywhere you go

From the shipping lanes off New Foundland, down to the Keys

Fish are disappearing, there’s no longer some species

It’s never too late to change and save our oceans tides

Don’t believe the politicians, don’t believe their lies

We can make a difference, please believe this true

Help us save our oceans, all our oceans blue

Oceans Blue - I suppose that I could have written a similar poem about our forests, our rivers, our lakes or any other natural resource. Being a life long surfer I chose the oceans. Penned in the early 1990’s.

There was a time when I was young

When I could fly above the trees

Spread my wings out towards the sun

And soar among the breeze

I would never fly for very long

And I never lost my way

Sometimes I joined birds in flight

Then I would go on with my day

I never thought to question it

Or ask for reasons why

I just enjoyed my childhood for a bit

Until I was old that “boys can’t fly”

I used to fly just like a bird

Oh, I really loved it so

Until I learned a brand new word

And the word I learned was “no”

NO deposit, NO return

NO stopping, NO U-turn

NO shoes, NO shirt, NO service

NO body at all deserves this

NO refund without receipt

NO shoes on the theater seat

NO chewing gum during class

NO walking on the grass

NO visitors, NO kids, NO pets

NO credit cards, NO personal checks

NO more than ten items

NO loud music after ten PM

NO alcohol, NO bottles, NO glass

NO money down, NO questions asked

NO payments for sixty days

NO free lunch, NO way Jose

NO wants, NO warrants, NO bail, NO jail

NO unauthorized personnel

NO if’s, NO and’s, NO but’s

NO pain, NO gain, NO guts

NO preservatives, NO MSG

NO experience necessary

NO gambling, NO hunting

NO fishing, NO dumping

NO swimming after dark

NO skating in the park

NO swearing, NO profanity

NO way out, NO vacancy

NO nude sunbathing at the beach

NO dogs allowed off leash

NO one under twenty-one admitted

NO smoking, it is not permitted

NO purchase, NO soliciting

NO signal, NO littering

NO parking in the white zone

NO public telephone

NO re-entry without hand stamp

NO fires in your camp

NO running in the hall

NO obligation, NO salesman will call

NO flash pictures, NO cell phones

NO doubt about it, there ain’t NO bones

I have learned a lot since then

The day of my last flight

I was grounded by negativity

But I still sing with birds at night

I look back to when I was young

And the last time that I flew

Imagination had no boundaries

Nothing was impossible to do

I often think about my flying days

And I can only guess

What life would be like today

If the word I learned that day was “yes”

No - I have heard that the first word that a baby ever understands is the word “no.” Can you imagine what the world might be like today if the first word that a child ever understood was the word “yes?” This poem was originally written in 2002, then re-written a few times since then.

Million Dollar Pleasure

When she lights up her pipe

Her smoke goes up in dreams

Where life’s beautiful melodies

Are transformed into screams

She lives in the land of Euphoria

Under kaleidoscope skies

Where she views reality

Through stained glass eyes

Her moments in time

Are equally divided

Into half-hour segments

That are only one sided

She strikes up her lighter

Once again to inhale

The smoke that emanates

From the fires of Hell

A moment spent hitting her pipe

Is a day taken off of life’s clock

For a million dollar pleasure

From a ten dollar rock

Million Dollar Pleasure - Written in 2006. There is not anymore that I can say about this poem. The poem says it all.

Midnight with my Martin

Here I am at midnight
sitting in my chair
Chain smoking cigarettes

Running fingers through my hair

Playing my old Martin
Making music I’ve never heard
The notes flying off the rosewood
as freely as a bird

It’s times like this when I sit in darkness
and I ponder over my life
I think about the love for the woman
who I want to make my wife

I often express my feelings
through this rosewood, spruce and steel
Sometimes it’s just the only way
I can tell you how I feel

You might think that I’m sad and blue,
but that assumption is not fair
As I sit and play my old Martin
after midnight in my chair

My Love for you is a symphony

And the music say’s it’s true

And if you listen to it carefully

You’ll know how much I love you

Midnight With My Martin - I wrote this song while sitting at my dining room table in my home in Huntington Beach in 1998. Suzanne had recently moved in with me. The lyrics to the song pretty much tell where my head was at the time.

Last Call

She sits at a table

Memorizing the label

On her half empty bottle of gin

The high that she savors

Of the liquor she favors

Sets her mind into thinking again

She once was a mother

A wife and a lover

A member of the school PTA

Now she sits on a barstool

Thinking about diapers and carpools

Baseball, scouts and ballet

But the memories flicker

Drowned in eighty-proof liquor

And she’ll never be sober again

She lives with the fear it’s

Her last glass of spirits

Her very last bottle of gin

And it’s last call, Yeah, last call

Last call for alcohol

She is destroying her liver

Cause she can’t swim the river

For a new life on the other side

She say’s there ain‘t no way

So she takes the slow way

Cause the river is too deep and wide

She looks very imposing

As the bar room is closing

So she takes home a man for the night

To make love to a stranger

And ignore the danger

As the bartender turns of the light

And it’s last call, Yeah, last call

Last call for alcohol

Last Call - I have played music in bars, on and off, for many years. This song, written in 2004, is based on the composite of all of the “bar fly women whom I have met over the years.

Just Like Bogie And Bacall

It’s four o’clock in the morning

And the T.V. is still on

I’m watching an old Bogart movie

Wondering how long you’ll be gone

You had to take care of some problems

That were messing up your mind

You walked out with a suitcase

But left your baggage all behind

I am hoping and I’m praying

That soon I’ll get a call

And you’ll tell me that you love me

Just like Bogie and Bacall

Lately we’ve been talking

And staying up all night

Holding hands and making plans

On making everything alright

I want to hold you in my arms

And feel the beating of your heart

For each moment feels like eternity

Ever since we’ve been apart

I never thought that it could happen

I never dreamed that I could fall

And love you the way I do

Just like Bogie and Bacall

It’s four o’clock in the morning

Time is standing still it seems

I wish that I could just fall asleep

And meet you in my dreams

I don’t know when my life will end

But I know where it begins

For you were there in my arms

That is where and when

Now I am going to pour myself a shot

And light up a Pall Mall

You’re coming back, so fade to black

Just like Bogie and Bacall

Yeah, just like in those old movies

Before the curtain falls

You’re coming back, so fade to black

Just like Bogie and Bacall

Just Like Bogie And Bacall - I am a real fan of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall movies. One of the cable channels was showing a bunch of their movies one week and I watched all of them again for the um-teenth time. I went to sleep after watching one of them one night and woke up with lyrics to this song in my head. It was written in March 2005

Is It Too Late

I looked down upon you

As you lay there in your bed

You looked so peaceful

Favorite pillow beneath your head

I told you “I am here now

Can you hear me, Mom”

Then the doctor said

“Son she is gone”

Is it too late to say how much I love you

I never really showed you very well

I worshipped the ground you walked on

And the clouds above you

I pray to God that somehow you could tell

There were times when I let you down

I knew your heart was broken

Whiskey, drugs and women

And words that should have not been spoken

You picked me up when I was down

And made a smile out of a frown

You wiped the tears from my eyes

It’s so hard to say goodbye

Is it too late to say how much I love you

I never really showed you very well

I worshipped the ground you walked on

And the clouds above you

I pray to God that somehow you could tell

I wish that I could have been

A better son, a better friend

Wish I could turn back time

And live our lives again

You will always be a shining star

A treasure within a clay filled jar

No matter how distant we may seem

I’ll always meet you in my dreams

Is it too late to say how much I love you

I never really showed you very well

I worshipped the ground you walked on

And the clouds above you

I pray to God that somehow you could tell

Is It Too Late - Written in November 2005. It took almost a year after my mother passed away. before I fully realized how fortunate I was to have resolved some still open issues with my mother just a few days before she died. When she passed away everything was okay between us. If they had not of been then this poem would have definitely applied to me. I wrote it as a reminder to myself that issues between loved ones should be never go unresolved. You never know what tomorrow might bring. Never let things get to the point where it is too