There's No Home in Canada

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  1. Vangelis

    Vangelis Well-Known Member

    There's No Home in Canada by Lee T.
    December 24 2005

    She stares through paned glass, the snow falls
    like her memories and melts on her breath,
    No lime lights for this beauty sulks on a pink bed,
    Holding a picture of false hopes and dreams,
    Wishing she could be away on the southern sun.

    The voices from downstairs drone with drunken
    whispers from a mother who's soul belongs
    in a Merlot bottle, caroling the Christmas blues,
    As she stumbles blindly through her daughter's
    half-hearted pleas of help to rectify a dying scene.

    A phone rings constantly of country music,
    but no one talks on the other line called love,
    His words are empty and broken like a
    Johnny Cash song made live and it
    "Hurts" to feel the same way right now.

    The tears won't dry, the home-on-the-range
    forever drowns in a sea of crystal snowflakes;
    melting all the memories as the snow falls,
    And her weary eyes stare through the paned glass,
    Holding a picture of false hopes and dreams.

    (Wrote this thinking about a friend and how her life has always been. She's doing much better now...I wish I can be that way)
     
  2. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Excellent imagery. I felt like I was right there.
     
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