Bitter Dreams

So tenderly,

your story ends.

 

Nothing more than what you see,

Or what you've done.

Or will become.

 

Standing STRONG,

Do you belong?

In your skin.

Just wondering.

 

Gentle now, as the tender breeze blows,

Whispers through my Gran Torino,

Whistling another tired song.

 

Engine hums and Bitter Dreams grow,

Heart locked in a Gran Torino.

 

It beats a lonely rhythm,

All night long.

 

Realign all the stars,

Above my head.

 

Warning signs travel far.

I drink instead,

On my own.

 

Oh, how I've known,

The battle scars,

And worn out beds.

 

Gentle now, as the tender breeze blows,

Whispers through my gran Torino,

Whistling another tired song.

 

Engine hums and Bitter Dreams grow,

Heart locked in a Gran Torino.

 

It beats a lonely rhythm,

All night long.

 

It beats a lonely rhythm. . All night long.

Done