We will be known...

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.


~ Native American Proverb ~

HIS ROOM (A song)

HIS ROOM

Lyric by Lora Mitchell
Music by Billy Baker & Cinder LeDell

Not much in His Room-
but an old pair of shoes
worn out with time;
A stack of letters
tied with a string,
faded, with tear-stained lines.

Not much in His Room-
but an old pocket watch
broken from a fall;
Photos in a cigar box,
held with rubberbands,-
seemed to tell it all

Chorus:

He never climbed a mountain,
never saw the sea,
He lived in his own world,
contented just to be.

He never complained of life
and he always made it through.
If he ever had a dream,
no one knew.

Not much in His Room
as I picked up his things.
Not much in His Room.
Feeling kind-a-down
and kind-a-sad,-
Tryin' to understand
this lonely old man
I once called dad.

Repeat Chorus:


Copyright (c) '78 Mitchell/Baker/LeDell

GETTING TOGETHER

It ain't easy
When you have no map
Or set of directions
To find your way.

It ain't easy
Assembling the pieces
When the nuts and bolts
Are lost or misplaced.

It ain't easy
When there are so many
Detours and back roads
To the main gate.

It ain't easy
Lifting the barriers
To rebuild the blocks
Of love again.

Lora Mitchell
Love in New York (The Alternative Anthology)
Copyright (c) 1976 by the Alternative