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I've gotton tired of sittin' in this house of stone.
Everywhere you look nothin' but faceless people.
They've seen it all before, to many times.
Souls forgotton in this place inbetween heaven and hell.
Which is sometimes hard to believe.
But sometimes isn't ourselves that which we only concieve.
Within the aftermath we wonder what doors
we may journey through next.
Are they the ones in the middle,
or to the right or to the left.
Then a door opened and she was standing there.
Her eyes darted around then stopped.
She looked at me like she knew me
from sometime, somewhere before.
There she was standin' just speaking with her Salsa eyes.
She walks with a Flamingo style, with a pride of her own.
The smoke of lies has left me perhaps once and for all.
For her eyes are those that can pick you away like a knife.
Yet somehow I know she's not here to see who has risen,
or who may fall.
She knows that I don't belong here anymore.
With her eyes glued to mine and a faint smile upon her lips.
Promises of better tomorrows keep time with swaying hips.
I now know I'll never again have to dance through life alone.
I know that there are so many chances that we take.
This one could quite very well be a long shot.
But in a way this could be my one and only break.
And from across the bar, in a room
filled with smoke and dreams long gone,
the look that she gives tells me she knows how to keep a man's spirit alive.
There's someting about her, this wild spirit with torrid Salsa eyes.
and I sense beyond it all....
she knows where I've been, seen what I've seen
all to many times before, and just maybe
this time the word home won't mean
just another house of stone.
Herbert L. Burd & Marcia Miller-Twiford
Copyright 2002
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