Over the docks and the rocks and the crashing waves,
You threw out our love without warning;
An assortment of feathers so carelessly worn, oh the
Songs that the birds must have sung on that morn
On seeing your form taking flight.
 
How could you see me, then leave me without a sound,
And let our love fall from the sky and drown?
Why not veer from that terrible ball?
What wasn’t clear in your father’s last call,
That the rushing warm winds would know your name
And woo you higher in the sky?
 
Now I’m not sure why, but it might be a lie
And somehow my guardian sea,
Has set my love  free from the Isle.
 
Liberty hardly waits ‘till the glass is dry
and dances at the edge of a storm when the winds are strong,
And sings without a care and doesn’t fear that the notes are wrong,
And opens up our hearts just to close them like you shut a closet door.
 
Over the docks and the rocks and the crashing waves,
I threw out our love in the morning;
Without aid from wings as beautiful as those,
But just to feel what you felt for a moment I froze,
until the wind and the waves and the tide,
let me finally see you and say good-bye.

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Copyright 2014 by Mark Rabuck

It Might Be A Lie

Lemonaki

Man On The Street

A DIY multi-instrumentalist singer/songwriter/composer, Mark is hand-crafting a small but ever-so-slowly growing catalog of songs at home. When he gets in over his head, he looks for help from some fabulous musicians he's found ..mostly on-line. Mark produces this stuff mostly to keep himself happy, but if you've stumbled on something you like here ..that makes him extra happy.

It Might Be A Lie

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