About the Poem
My best friend--John Williams--and I wrote this a few years ago. We put our heads together to put words to a song I had written, and our general mood brought us to this. To me, the most important aspect of the message is picking up one's self and moving on. I had such difficulty with that in the past.
Direction |
| by Aaron Hill |
| Rainy days; autumn afternoons The air is cold, no flowers in bloom See my hands, how they shake with pain Sorrows falls on my heart like rain Without direction Pain is the legacy you have left me I think of you back then Eyes of green, ablaze from within So quickly our romance grew Suddenly I had fallen for you Long summer days, enchanted Moments I would take for granted I was blind, thought that all was well From your grace my doomed love fell Without direction Now I’m lost and wandering, Stricken heart, clothed in despair. Will I soon be moving on? Soft, glowing fire; an empty chair I stare at the clock, time goes nowhere A stifled soul of sleet today I can’t continue on this way Happy couples stride merrily by I wonder what became of you and I I’ll leave these things so sour I’m in my finest hour A new direction No longer lost and wandering I’ll find a star to guide me I’m moving on. |
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