Troubadour's Ring
Troubadour's Ring    Copyright ©2005,  Patrick Holley
Troubadour's Ring tell us about redemption regardless of our deeds, or perhaps because of them. I really don't know. Surprisingly not knowing in itself is a virtue at times because without knowing... all we are left with is faith.

Troubadour’s Ring

What we tell, becomes the story

With the words, we set a part

Broken road, not for travel

Winds away, days gone by

 

What we know, doesn’t have a home, Around here, Oh No, Oh No

What I feel, Doesn’t end forever, Around here, Oh No, Oh No

   And can you know (that I) , find the waters round me

   Blinded eyes, are taken from me

   When I thought I died, I stepped away free

Can you see, the ordinary man

Saved me, That ordinary man

 

What we find, in those places

Friendly smile, warm regret

Not for me, behind those faces

Cheerful lies, bed unkept

 

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Winds that talk, about rolling thunder

Crash on through, an open door

The lesser road, never taken

Leads me to, a quiet shore

 

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