| in training to stand the loneliness |
| in training to stand the loneliness by rick spisak i'm standing in a room that used to be familiar and now it seems so strainge it used to have familiar furniture now all rearranged there used to be a plant here there used to be some flowers now where ere i look i just see lonely hours o there used to be a chair there i used to see a wall now i just hear, my hearts hunger pounding hour by hour these walls once seemed painted colored by our love now their bare and grayish not warm, just plain now untinted by loves power once i stacked my books here once i drew and smiled now i sit all huddled and my lips empty denials the rooms were lit by love once once were happy gay now they're drained of warmth, love since you 've wandered 'way oh how my heart sang to hold your hand in mine to see those little wrinkles nestled by your eye those lines had seen much laughter and i caused some i'm sure but my eyes are lined in worry and you don't come to my shore i built a nest my darling i thought you'd always stay i tried to make it warm and loving to try to light your day but it seems my love light was just a match blown out and all the while i didn't know how long you'd thrown it out i hoped my arms would nourish you i gave you all i could but like the priest whose temple fell i thought i did some good and since you hold my love as worthless and time with me as loss i hope the gold it seems you've found is worth more than my dross i hope he really loves you i hope your all he needs because darling in this heart of mine i never welcomed weeds |