Homeless
homeless
many nights under Portland skies
Have my guitar
My shoulder hurts so
Beer helps
Rum helps
Beer I need another beer
Anything to get me drunk
Anything to dull the pain
Anything to feel different
To stop the tears
To stop the pain
To stop the sadness
Addiction
Homelessness
Insanity
Sadness
A tough life
I need my guitar
I need my music
Reminds me I can make music
That I can create
Reminds me I just need a home
for my guitar
for my music
for my mind
To settle down
To finally feel home
To play
to create
to sing
to dance
to make people smile
not pity
I have to hold this guitar
I have to have my guitar
Almost pawned it so many times
For some money, for some beer, for some rum.
I have held this guitar a long time
My shoulders are so sore, so very sore
Lost my home to addiction, drink, madness
I just need a home
I just need some help
I need to grow
I need to settle
And need to just play
I need to just play
and
sleep
in
my own bed.
And perchance to dream,
and rest the sleep of the settled.
(c) 2011, Edmund Davis-Quinn
