Shadows5 Collection
This is one of the songs I wrote lately. It has been recorded in my home studio with me playing a 12 string and 6 string. I am not happy with the recording at this time and hope to do a new recording next week and add the piano part but please let me know what you think of the lyrics and the story.
Thanks, Shadows5
He slept out on the streets
For better than 15 years
Hopelessly lost in a bottle
Trying to make the memories fade away
His face void of expression
His heart an empty shell
He had nothing else worth losing
He had only his story to tell
I met him outside a liquor store
He was to proud to beg for change
I went in and bought him a bottle
I wanted to know what made him this way
He said his name was William
And he hadn’t always been like this
He once had a wife and family
Nice house and a couple of kids
Did three tours of duty
Fighting in a foreign land
And no matter how hard he tried
He came back a changed man
Drowning himself in a bottle
Fighting a battle he could not win
Got in a bit of trouble
Ended up in the pen
His wife up and left him
Took the boys and was gone for good
Hadn’t seen them in 25 years
Didn’t know if he would if he could
I told him I had lost my father
When I was very young
My mother told me he lost his life
At the wrong end of a gun
Now William lives under the bridge
With an old dog he calls shoe
He just sits and drinks the days away
Since he has nothing better to do
I spent a lot of time with William that year
Sitting under that dirty old bridge
We shared some laughs
Told stories of our past
And shed a few hard tears
I offered William to come stay with me
Since I was living all alone
He just looked at me with a tear in his eye
And said no, this is where I belong
INSTRUMENTAL
Early one Sunday morning
I heard the news on my T.V.
They said they had found a vagrant
Deceased on 16th street
I ran all the way to the bridge
Hoping it wasn’t true
But lying right where William used to sit
Was only his old dog Shoe
I sat and buried my face in my hands
And cried like a little child
Shoe came over and laid his head in my lap
To comfort me for awhile
When I got up to leave
I told Shoe to come along
He could come live at my home
Since William now was gone
He began to bark and lead me
To a small opening in the rocks
I reached inside and in my hand
I felt an old metal box
From Shoes old dirty collar
Hung a rusty lock box key
He lowered his head, shook his collar around
And gave it to me
I opened the box and peered inside
At some letters and medals from the war
But underneath there was an old envelope
That held so much more
I removed an old tattered photograph
And held it in my hand
My knees nearly buckled
I could barely stand
I sat on the ground beside his old dog
And through tear filled eyes could see
The little boy sitting on Williams lap
That little boy was me
He said his name was William
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Last edited by Shadows5; 04-12-2016 at 08:24 PM.
Reason: changed title
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