ASKING FOR THE MOON

by Nevada Kerr


I thought you made a promise
You said that this would last
Am I the doubting Thomas
Perhaps we moved too fast

Signing contracts, spending money
My soul for sale or pawned
Your blood spilling like milk and honey
On a green suburban lawn

We threw away our old life
Too many things to carry
Much too high at any price
To pretend that we would marry

Not a chance that it was real
The good life we awaited
What time or fate revealed
Were hopes and dreams inflated

Just like John and Yoko
On the brink of something new
Did I tell you that I saw us falling
Before the bullets flew


Written by © Raven Drake
September 10, 2007.

Created: October 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 21/10/07