just being there- G Clair

The randomness, the senselessness
you strive to make life count and then it comes to this
and in the end you're left with pain
and someone writes a song and it just seems inane

There is no way to justify, find meaning in your loss, you know
but still we try
there are no words you need to hear
you only want the comfort, and it seems so clear

It's in our hearts, we want to take
your misery, to share your grief and ease the ache
well-meaning words, it's just the thought
and sinking down, too weak to stand
with arms you're caught

Held up and loved, in silence there
is something more than words can say to show we care
no need to talk, yet still we share
the burden of your pain
it’s plain...
just being there
just being there

Sweet Mystery- G Clair

At the end of the day, it could go either way
much like at the end of this song
Well I write for a while then I sink to a smile
when I think how you draw me along.

Well we came with a story, a beautiful poem,
unheard verses locked deep in our soul
and to way to discover what's locked in a lover
find the key that will fit the keyhole.

Must we all be inspired? Seems like that's how I'm wired
I've got something to share, but it seems
that I still blame myself for what sits on the shelf
unreleased from my closet of dreams.

From rejection to strife, anger cuts like a knife
and it tore at the door to my pride
it was then your sweet voice through the keyhole rejoiced
and released the deadbolt from inside.

So now I can tell you just what's on my mind
I am corny and weird and unkind, sometimes
but I say what I feel 'cause i know what is real
and it sure beats what I left behind.

Thought the answer was finding the right key
for the words and the music to roll
but the Master unlocking life's sweet mystery
is the Love sown in each others soul.

porch swing rhythm - G Clair

Minding our own, makin' it rhyme
it's all coming out, there's dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time.

nothing held back, I've got nothing to say
let it roll off my shoulders, puts less your mind
and it's better that way.

And isn't it nice, you like hot tea 'on ice'
thank you, yes, I can follow directions,
so please, don't think twice.

And isn't it great, we can stay out real late
watching millions of sparkling stars,
while you're lickin' that plate.

I said nothing at all, it's that horse in the stall
my foot fell asleep, but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl.

Now the wind's in the trees, and your hand's on my knees
and the warmth of your breath on my neck
puts my tired mind at ease.

Distracted, it's true, idle chatter won't do
Better nothing to say, put the music on play
and be quiet with you.