Clarets are warm and clear
Bouquets may just endear
You sashay for others dear
Far away elsewhere
I need something less complex
Move me away from this mess
Success is when you are
Far away elsewhere
Caches to be cleaned out
Entrees gone without doubt
Soiree’s without a pout
Far away elsewhere
Some set a higher bar
A thrum without a scar
A hum from where you are
Far away elsewhere
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by Bill Ferguson
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She whispers
Scenes playing
Soft and gentle
Feeling so right
Tender is the night
Lightly she touches
Shock waves send
A searching look
That shows insight
Tender is the night
Inaudible sounds
Music heard
Deep and heartfelt
A brand new light
Tender is the night
Early she calls
Swishing her hair
Warm and inviting
Clearing the air
Tender she listens
Inviting
Open moments
Feel so right
Tender is the night
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by Bill Ferguson
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Time has brought me here again
Wondering where it all began
Searching high and searching low
Where does life ever go?
First you’re young, then you’re old
Once were sad, now you’re bold
You reach out, pull back in
A holy life, a life of sin
Build it up, tear it down
Love in silence, built in sound
Say some words, take them back
Believe in peace, under attack
First in love, first in fame
Some do win and lose again
Build in thought, then negate
Seeking power, seeking rebate
First you crawl, then you run
Built in sadness, built in fun
Minds are hurt, then at ease
Planned out full, then released
Expanding middles, pushing edges
On the ground, standing on ledges
Building up, to let go
Words are said, thoughts unknown
Time has brought me here again
Wondering where it all began
Searching high and searching low
Where does life ever go?
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by Bill Ferguson
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Something to be said
The way that you walk
When you cross the road
You make people talk
That’s alright
That’s okay
People be talking
Anyway
The way that you dress
You look real fine
When you cross the road
People lose their minds
That’s alright
That’s okay
People be talking
Anyway
The people that you meet
The way that you talk
Anything that you do
Will make people squawk
That’s alright
That’s okay
People be talking
Anyway
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by Bill Ferguson
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You could hear it in his voice
Raising octaves
Moving mountains
Creating caring
Making you believe
In lost loves
Heartbroken
Lonely times
He was your friend
Singing hours on end
Always there on demand
Spinning tales
In haunting tones
Touching everyone all alone
I miss those quiet times
Where his song was all
That was on my mind
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by Bill Ferguson
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Heroes come and heroes go
As of their own accord
Until we apply new standards
That sew some discord
You can’t compare the past
With what we would do today
The embodiment of our lives
Doesn’t work in yesterday
As heroes they stand alone
For all that they qualities they possess
The litmus test of centuries
How they performed under duress
No one would hold up
To a standard so strict
That there is no appeal
Where have all the heroes gone
No one is that ideal
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by Bill Ferguson
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Love is here
A love so true
A love I need
Built with someone like you
Love’s lessons
Have been sent on their way
Love I need is here to stay
It is a brand new day
Love’s lessons
Have washed over me
Opened my eyes
Helped me see
I feel the love
Coming from you
Yes your love is true
Warmth of heart
Warmth of word
Warm with feeling
It’s taking me to
Love’s lessons
Have washed over me
Opened my eyes
Helped me see
I feel the love
Coming from you
Yes your love is true
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by Bill Ferguson
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I moved mountains
I wrote this song
Tried to see
What went wrong
It couldn’t make you stay
I rode the wave
I stood up for you
Tried to be
Did what I could do
It couldn’t make you stay
Hearts on fire extinguish with time
Set new rules to be outlined
Speaking words told one story
Certainly not a blaze of glory
I held your hand
I touched your heart
That made us
See a spark
It couldn’t make you stay
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by Bill Ferguson
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It was Wednesday morning
It was 3 am
A fox went by the window
A coyote screamed here I am
While there may have been silence
It demonstrated lack of faith
There was a constant worry
A look for a collective save
Oh in the silence
A mind may not abate
Thoughts of constant borrow
Thoughts arriving way too late
As they search for a solution
An end game is not in place
Some players are not worried
It will not affect their fate
The paths they have chosen
The worlds they do inflate
The need for no attention
The need no one can relate
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by Bill Ferguson
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Whose expectations are on your mind
Whose thoughts are being defined
Whose ideas are being assigned
Is it you?
Who is being maligned
Whose ideas a being declined
Whose words are being confined
Is it you?
What is being outlined,
What is being streamlined
What is being aligned
Is it yours?
What have you designed
What have you refined
What have you enshrined
Is it yours?
If I had been Inclined
I would have combined
I could be been behind
It wasn’t you
I can’t be unkind
I have to be resigned
In order to remind
It wasn’t you?
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by Bill Ferguson
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