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We've been sharing these walks for a while. Been walking in the darkness, sharing thoughts that make us smile. And there's so much I want to say, But I can't find the words, and I'm sure you know them anyway. Preacher Man, I want to thank you For making these walks brighter and my heart so much lighter. Preacher Man, I wish I could make you Understand that I don't want to go, But the time is coming soon, and I want you to know That the nights will be much darker without you here at my side, And I know you see much more than what I'm keeping inside. Preacher Man, I'll always think of you. Preacher Man... Preacher Man... I love every minute that we've spent Walking through the darkness hardly caring where we went. There's so much I want to tell you But you already know, you already see right through. Preacher Man, I wish I could stay. I wish I didn't have to go, and we could always be this way. Preacher Man, I wish I could make you Understand that I don't want to go, But the time is coming soon and I want you to know That the night will be much darker without you here at my side, And I know you see much more than what I'm keeping inside. If only I could see if you're doing the same. Preacher Man... Preacher Man... I wish I knew your name. |
this was interesting. it hit home. i like the way that it allowed you, almost forced you , to feel a strong connection between the narartor and 'preacher man'. but at the end it forces you to doubt what you thought. 'i wish i knew your name' that makes you wonder what kind of relationship they had here. and how long it lasted. very nice write. maybe try not to FORCE the rhyming. i like poems that rhyme but no poem should be forced into a meater. :) much love :) ~annie | Posted on 2008-04-05 00:00:00 | by annie smith | [ Reply to This ] | |