One More Writer

I was reminded Sunday of what real pain is. It's been a while, but the old friend returned to the gut, twisting its familiar dagger in that odd channel between heart and stomach.

"Hello pain."

"Hello Brook."

"Will you be visiting long?"

"Well, that's up to you now, isn't it?"

...

And so it is. But I hold out a slim ray of hope. That picture at top - Wyoming, a god-awful state if there ever was one - is bleak and dark, but there is some light coming through the clouds. Which leads me to the song that currently expresses my torn state of mind.

The Lost Patrol : Desperate Attempts

I'm reallly sorry about repeating myself

But I don't want things to turn out this way

I know a song won't help

But it is all that I got

It is all that I can give

So please forgive me for saying it again

Life's too short to let this end

I know that a letter won't help

Or even flowers on your door

It seems like nothing can help me anymore

But I don't want to give up

I don't want to let it go

Cause I know thet we got so much more

To give to see to feel

So darling excuse me for trying a bit too hard

But I'm so afraid to lose everthing we are

I know that a song won't help

But I'll write thousand to you

Cause that is all that I can do

But I don't want to give up

I don't want to let it go

Cause I know that we got so much more

To give to see to feel

To give to see to feel

[fade out into chorus]