Sweet Face

How I’ve missed your sweet face

it becomes much harder

When I talk on the phone

listening to your voice

But there’s no choice

my destiny’s unknown.

 

I’m born to roam these lands

this is the way I am

Somebody’s after me

your face I won’t see

But one thing I know

must get out of town.

 

CH. How I’ve missed your sweet face

for so very long

How I’ve missed your sweet face

shouldn’t have done wrong.

 

The morning airs so cold

heart aches for your warmth

Fear grips my thoughts again

there’s no where left to run

Now I’ve fired that gun

our lives ruined for sure.

 

Was it really my evil side 

that drove me on to kill

Or my deep love for you

no I’m not the nasty sort

This I’ve often thought

oh how I feel so blue.

 

CH. How I’ve missed your sweet face

for so very long

How I missed your sweet face

shouldn’t have done wrong.

 

Weary I just had to rest

no longer could I run

The cops had cornered me

it had come to an end

Soon they’d have me penned

can I ever be free.

 

In my mind your sweet face

is as fresh as always

Now I miss your warm touch

was I part of your pain

Thinking you used any man 

still loving you so much.

 

CH. How I missed your sweet face

for so very long

How I miss your sweet face

shouldn’t have done you wrong.

 

   Just another lyric I wrote awhile ago. Hope it makes sense to anybody who reads it.

 

    The Foureyed poet.

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