Easier to Burn

I missed a day already. Luckily, no-one appears to be reading this, so, it doesn't matter. I'll do 2 today. The best thing about doing is, I think, is that if my children, or in fact, anyone really wants to know the truth of me and things about who I am, who I was, who I've met - etc etc, then reading my poetry will tell the most - over time of course.

Anyway - today's poem is really meant to be a song. I was driving down Ewing Rd on a weekday afternoon and the whole song just popped into my head and I kept going over the words until I could get home and write it down.

It's one of my favourites and it's all about us being kinder to one another, especially those moments when it is really hard to be kind.

Easier to Burn

Seated at a table but the wrong restaurant
I wonder who really ever gets what they want
Life is full of changes and we learn as we grow,
but all I see are strangers and there's not much they know

When will we learn
to be there for each other
not set fire to the faith
that we have in one another
So easy to see, how hard can it be
Sometimes it is easier to burn

Seated at a table on the wrong side of town
No-one there to meet me, there was no-one around
You said that you'd be there, if I need you, then call
You said you were a friend, you didn't mean it at all

When will we learn
to be there for each other
not set fire to the faith
that we have another
So easy to see, how hard can it be
Sometimes it is easier to burn

Seated at a table, it was dark and so cold
Crying like I was only one minute old
don't forget to tell the ones you love everyday
Life is merely moments as our time slips away

When will we learn . . . etc etc


Bella Magic