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Long Way From Home
by Jersey D GibsonI cannot sleep,
can't find peace.
Faded world,
distant relief.
My soul to sell,
but I cannot tell.
Who owns me,
as I walk in hell?
I'm a long way from home,
long, long gone.
I'm a long way from home,
how far can I go?
Getting a grip,
taking control.
Last call,
and I'm so alone.
Pieces of me,
blown astray.
Cannot cope,
taken away.
I'm a long way from home,
long, long gone.
I'm a long way from home,
how far can I go?
Something says,
I haven't changed.
I swim through madness,
just to stay sane.
Dirty deeds,
help me please.
A pardoned convict,
without release.
I'm a long way from home,
long, long gone.
I'm a long way from home,
how far can I go?
Are you there,
friend of mine?
A lost servant,
without a dime.
Stones to throw,
shards of glass.
One day soon,
this too, shall pass.
I'm a long way from home,
long, long gone.
I'm a long way from home,
how far can I go?
I've walked a million miles,
how much longer can I go?
I've walked a million miles,
can I ever make it back?
I've seen it all, without a doubt,
will I be able to forget?
I'm so lost, so alone,
here I am, without you.
I'm a long way from home,
long, long gone.
I'm a long way from home,
how far can I go?
09/11/2005 Author's Note: (@)
Posted on 09/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/11/05 at 01:07 PM Hey Jersey. I can picture you singing this while strumming a folk guitar. Not bad as far as lyrics go, knowing you're over in Iraq. Here's hoping the General in the sky is watching out for you. |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 09/23/05 at 01:08 AM As Chris said, the strumming of a folk guitar reigns all over this. Hope to hear you sing it one day. |
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