Treasure Island

Frankie Stamey

(10/20/65 / Sandersville Ga.)

Home for Christmas


I WENT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
I SEEN THE LIFE I LEFT BEHIND
FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER
IT DIDN'T SEEM LIKE MINE
SPENT THE MORNING WATCHING
KIDS HAPPY FACES
MY MIND IN OTHER PLACES
LIKE CHRISTMAS 1982
THE YEAR BEFORE WE SAID I DO
AND CHRISTMAS 1983 RIGHT AFTER WE DID
AND CHRISTMAS 1984 WE ALREADY HAD A KID
I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS WOMAN
SITTING OVER THERE
AND NOW SHE DON'T EVEN CARE
I DON'T KNOW WHY I CAME HERE
THIS IS NO LONGER HOME TO ME
I FEEL LIKE A STRANGER IN MY OLD HOUSE
THE KIDS ARE MINE, THE GRAND KIDS ARE MINE
BUT THE WOMAN SITTING OVER THERE
WHO IS SHE I WONDER
JUST THOUGHTS TO PONDER
NO ANSWER CAME
I HAVE TO QUIT BEFORE I GO INSANE

NOW I'M BACK TO PLAY THIS GAME
LIFE IN MY SPACE
THE ONLY PLACE I AM SANE
WRITING EVERY WORD ON MY BRAIN
LIVING IN MEMORIES OF CHRISTMAS PAST
THE MEMORY KEEPER WON'T LET ME REST
I THINK IT'S JUST A TEST WHICH I THINK IS UNJUST
I WON'T DRINK AGAIN, NO MATTER THE SHAPE I'M IN
LET THE TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN
REALLY THERE IS NO PAIN
LIFE IS JUST A GAME
NOW I REALLY MUST QUIT
BEFORE I DO GO INSANE

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010

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