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...

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