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Life in a moment while sitting in my car / For my daughter

It’s  ten thirty-three

and I’m sitting in the seat

of my nice red car

not drinking, not the bar.

 

I wish it was easier

than keeping it calmer,

the more advice I get – I give

The more I search for the will to live.

 

Grasping at straws trying to help

Sometimes I’m just angry and I yell.

Taking it easier and living it slow

changes my face as I move forward, grow old.

 

It’s not my age that makes a difference

It’s not the pain, it’s the helplessness.

I’ve got to give all I got to you,

to your sister and brother and your daddy too.

 

Flipping it, shaking it, sleeping it off.

I wish I could drink till my head spins off.

But, I am just spiraling now, out of control,

so I need to stay occupied, keeping my whole.

 

Don’t fret, don’t threat,

Don’t live and let die.

Be happy, not cross,

Don’t live and hide.

 

This life is a blessing

and you’ve got so much to give.

Learn to create and

to spread love and live.

my girl

חנוקה

במרחבי שדה פתוח
אני עומדת שקופה
אני יודעת שזה הזמן לצרוח
כשלא תשמע הצעקה.

ולפתע באה רוח
ומתפתחת סערה
אני יודעת שזה הזמן לברוח
אך לא נשארת לי ברירה.

ושוב אותו חלום
ואין לי כל פתרון
ושוב בצעקה ההיא
שלא יוצאת ממני
ושוב אותו חלום.

במרחבי שדה פתוח
עומדת בודדה
אני יודעת שאיש פה לא שומע
אך לא יוצאת הצעקה.

19.3.1997 שחר ©

I Need a Place

Sometimes I need a place

to get lonely
So, I’m running away
to a place that’s full of fear.

It makes no sense
It isn’t clear
and I cry, I’m ashamed,
and I know the end’s not near.

Sounds ache…

The voice in me
It’s trying to reach out and hold
The corner looks dark
It isn’t smart to go near…

Sometimes I need a place
to get lonely
It’s out of fear
I’m just not here

Sounds ache
The voice in me

Sounds ache
The voice in me (it’s reaching out)

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