One More Georgia - Poem by Kelly Zion
One more Georgia, not so cold
one more Georgia, one more home
one 'More Than Miles' one 'Songs About Rain'
one more day to forget Kentucky
one more dream, one more Monday
one more day if we get lucky.
one day to die, one chance to live,
one chance is sometimes all we get
a few more days before all pain
breaks loose to take us to a grave
I hate it there, oh you don't care
I was always on my own
staring out the shattered window
dreaming of a dream
that never was real
One more Georgia, one more chance
one more cold skeleton hand
one love song in the cemetery
one more chance to relate to the one's already buried
Oh, where is my Georgia, I don't understand
where are the smiles and the faces that laugh
where is the hand of the only man
that could ever be my better half?
A dream of a dream,
Oh I was so close
I couldn't see your face but you let me hold you
every place I go is a thousand miles from nowhere
how can I ever get away when I live there?
Build a dream in a net
in the middle of the sea
let it take you down until the rain smells like peaches
oh, you know it never will
the mulberries only wilt
and die like a dream I knew when I was little;
a dream I still hold onto because I don't know what else
can take me away from here because this world is so evil
and suicide is only a lie that helps you get killed
so take me to a place where I can find my love
Oh, give me one more chance to find my one more Georgia.
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