Poems from Christopher McEachnie
Omy guitar gently rideswith you
in my mind it slowly consumes you
building your soul andspeaking truth
o my music o it hurts not only you
Just today
I saw a man living this way
eating up all what I had to say
howcan you treat me this way
when all that you have done has gone...
Walk me down the dark road
way past the time
that weall know
heavy steps
im in the light
at the end of the show
walk with me
talk to me...
Why me
when did it come to be
who is to say
what I am suppost to be
clouds to shade
and sun to baith
why me
when all I here is
you...
Just people
walking down the truth
keeping what we live for a secret
so that we can pass it on to late
white black
red and blue
higher...