my song---by gardega

born in cleburne texas
on the fossil of a farm
nothing outside could hurt him
nor cause him any harm
lived his life in pictures
painted all his life
his oils were his mistress
canvases his wife
nothing really mattered
that he couldnt frame
life just tried to kill him
with its shambles and its pain
but just kept on drawing
through the tempest
and the storm
he knew what really mattered
knew why he'd been born
and when they lay him down
dont ever cry a tear
he fought a thousand battles
and they all got him to here
and what got him was nothing
he could never understand
the things he left behind him
scattered cross the land
tried four times to quit her
but she always came back round
sometimes shes a devil
put you in the ground
a thousand years behind him
at least that way it seems
mostly spent alone
without the ways or means
Ive met ten hundred people
and looked  into their eyes
and I wonder what their thinking
and much to my surprise
they just aint thinking
of anything at all
so I just keep on walking
on the edge of someone's knife
past the farms and houses
past the backroads of my life.


a.g.