Under the pine tree, the soft autumn breeze, <br />In the air the fragrance lingers of a beautiful day, <br />And the changing of colors, that just blows me away... <br /> <br />You asked me to be truthful so..., I did <br />I wonder was that really the right thing to do <br />Its like pulling grass with roots that stick to. <br /> <br />I've been putttin fence up around this part, <br />To hold back and retrain this roaming heart. <br />Baby don't you worry about me, <br />Yes I know you do, you see <br />This cowboy has rode, weathered storms, <br />Against torrent rivers of debris. <br /> <br />Baby It's not heartache I feel, <br />It's the tears that turn that water wheel. <br />And when the night comes and steals the day, <br />It will never be easy to have to walk away. <br /> <br />But yeah girl, all grown men cry, <br />when their about to lose somethin they love. <br />What I wouldn't do, not to walk away, <br />Oh baby what we goin to do? <br />It's the wind guiding the frail into world view, <br />But that's the thing about changing colors, <br />you don't get to choose who blows you away. <br /> <br />Now I sit here alone, <br />writing a song about you. <br />It spills from a hole, from this wild mustang soul <br />Like a waterfall of what I wouldn't do, to have you, <br />the melody of, I will always love you<br /><br />Jay Aguiniga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blown-away-11/
