Stories

He may have left my book on the shore, but my story's still with you

You run and try and take a man's glory, take his light shining through

You end up with a nameless body and a ghost to whisper truth,

And a few lost souls with no one to answer to

I may seem sweet, love, but I grew up way too fast

And all I can do now is look back wishful on the past

That I never had and never will and it hurts like hell

It hurts because you'll only ever know the story

My father taught me few things, but one thing he did

Is you've got to do your own growin' no matter how tall your father is

He taught me this lesson, and from there I grew up quick

Because my dad was a no good, drunkin', Irish mick

He may have tried his best they say, but I don't believe that's true

How's it your best, yeah, when your daughter can't respect you?

And all that fighting him, it turned me bitter, turned me cold

Now I'm orphaned, and nameless, one of those lost souls

He may have left my book on the shore, but my story's still with you

You run and try and take a man's glory, take his light shining through

You end up with a nameless body and a ghost to whisper truth,

And a few lost souls with no one to answer to

Reviews

[Moflo]

This may be my favorite piece by you! I love the story it tells, its so symbolic and well written! "you've got to do your own growin' no matter how tall your father is" -amazing!

[J Todd Underhill]

quite lyrically written, good flow. I can see this being made into a song with the likes of Allison Krauss singing with her angelic voice. Well penned.

[screamin'ian]

Oh man! This is a great song. I hear Bluegrass, believe it or not. I really enjoyed it; lyrical, authentic, deep.

[Larry Dyson]

WOW wonder what you would do in the real south like along the Gulf of Mexico...N.Carolina is almost the North from here...HAHA