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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Something simple
Something obtuse
Something dreadful
Just to confuse
Something deep
Something dark
All of it
For
Just a lark
When the wind
Blows the clouds away
You wish the sun
Would always stay
Nice and warm
And so close
In your heart
You never know
Something so far
Something so close
Comparison
Who ever knows
Ask your heart
Ask your brain
All of it
For
Just a lark
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by Bill Ferguson
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Define a moment
Define a time
Walk away
Walk the line
Open thoughts
Confound the mind
I am always
Walking blind
There are words
And there is me
Strolling along
With misery
Open thoughts
Confound the mind
I am always
Walking blind
Feeling lonely
Feeling blue
Looking for
Something to do
Open thoughts
Confound the mind
I am always
Walking blind
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by Bill Ferguson
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An act of god
An act of faith
I truly
Cannot embrace
An act of love
I’m no fool
Spent too much time
Loving you
An open mind
An open heart
I truly
Cannot jump start
There’s too much pain
Left inside
I cannot run
I cannot hide
When hearts break down
Like pouring pain
Love will never
Be the same
In my heart
I’ve learned to be
One who trusts
In what I need
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by Bill Ferguson
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A calliope plays
Loudly in the background
Grinding noises come to light
The shrill sounds of laughter
As the horses rise and fall
Marching to their own beat
Traveling in circles
Forty chances to be part of the crowd
Enjoying what is now historical
But once was a part of carnival life
Parents stand and stare
Familiar with the carousel
Memories resurface
And are embedded
Blended with children’s thoughts
To create an atmosphere of wonder
Of awe
Of the joy
Their youth held
Easing tensions
Celebrating
With quiet thoughts
The life they know
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by Bill Ferguson
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