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You return to me
One morning you will wake up
and feel you have no pain
you may hear songbirds singing
you may hear falling rain
you may hear gentle breezes
as they brush against the trees
I welcome you this morning
as you return to me
At times in your existence
you danced the road of wrath
you danced with lust and hate and greed
you danced the wicked path
you looked to gain salvation
in fortune and in fame
but wealth has no misgivings
in causing others pain
Achieving your ambitions
you sought a world of peace
you searched for some tranquility
from demons you released
from chains you bought to bind yourself
you now wish to be free
I welcome you this morning
as you return to me.
Charles M. Moore
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Another letter to fill the basket
Well I'm sitting here thinking
on a friday night
the television's rubbish
and I'm feeling uptight
I've tried to send you txts
but you turned off your phone
and I know like me your sitting
in the house all alone
We both got pretty crazy
down the pub last weekend
you said that I was flirting
you were eyeing up men
I still want to talk
that's why I'm writing these lines
I must have said I'm sorry
oer a thousand times
The letters I write just fill the basket
you know we were quite fantastic
the past is past but the future's here
don't drown our hopes with floods of tears,
blow a kiss and I will catch it
why can't we bury the hatchet
you're stretching my nerves like elastic
another letter to fill the basket
How come you're so quiet
you haven't said a word to me
for over a week and two hours
since I left you at the taxi rank
with your friend Jill
your flatmate says you're never home
when I call round, but I saw your
shoes on the stairs
so I knew that you were there
I've still got the scarf
you left at my house
and it smells of you
I wish that you would call me
and say that you're all right
it's getting late, I'm going to bed
I've written all I wished I said
the dreams are melting just like plastic
another letter to fill the basket.
Charles M. Moore
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Ban all the guns
Let's make a law
that bans all the guns
we could use all the money
to tear down the slums
and while we are at it
we'll get rid of the bombs
and use more of our efforts
to righting the wrongs
why plant more mines
when we should plant more food
the starving and needy
think tanks are no use
what is the purpose
of killing and war
do we really believe
that's what living is for.
Charles M. Moore
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Cold hearted lover
Cold hearted lover he'll break your heart
he may look nice but the ice is cracked
by the frosty smile he wears like glass for you
Cold hearted lover he's Mr freeze
he operates at low degrees
he's in and out of love like a breeze you knew
But if you want I'll introduce him to you
and he'll say he knew you in his dreams
and he'll go on and take your love and affection
then be adding your name to his snow queens
Cold hearted lover he won't think twice
you maybe feel it's paradise
but nothing ever grows on ice I knew.
Charles M. Moore
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