simple poems but into soul

fargo

My heart is like this face Half white Half shadowy I can choose to let you see Can insist on keeping you see Like a big circus It makes you excited Makes me fear Afterwards I know There will always be Finite tenderness, infinite bitterness.  If you were a teardrop   In my eye.   For fear of losing you,   I would never cry.   And if the golden sun,   Should cease to shine its light,   Just one smile from you,   Would make my whole world bright. If you miss the train i'm on, you will know that i am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord i'm one, lord i'm two, lord i'm three, lord i'm four, Lord i'm 500 miles from my home. 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord i'm five hundred miles from my home. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord i can't go a-home this a-way This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord i can't go a-home this a-way. If you miss the train i'm on you will know that i am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.