Everyday, I Walk A Thin Line by ShyHeart

Everyday, I walk a thin line, my boss says, be here by eight
Though, we, both know, I’m not due, until nine
Got, a lot of bills to pay, so, like, you, I do what I’m told to
Oh, its coming over me, the need to break-away, have you ever felt,

Like every day, you walk a thin line, lean this way
Or, slip, and lean, that way, every day, I walk a thin line
Now, tell me, how do you get through, walking, such a thin line
Everyday, I walk a thin line, then, I hear, Ray Charles, sing, a rainy night in Georgia

I can hear the blues, yet, I have to be there, at eight, not nine
Got, my babies, they need to eat, need a place to sleep , you love, those babies, So, you do what you have to do, and when, I get home, I listen, to Ray sing, a rainy night, in Georgia, could be about, Tennessee or here, where I am

Anywhere, in the world, I don’t care, who owns this joint, they don’t own me
Except, from eight in the morning, until, the lights, are turned out, and I go home
To my little babies, feed them what I got, and If, I get a chance, a moment of sleep. Then, back, again not at nine, but eight, my world, begins, again

Talk about a rainy night in Georgia, come to my town, Ray was right, it
Rains, all over the world, here in my home town, I feel, the pain of the world
Some have got it, others, work for it, and I have tried to earn what is mine
Yet, here, I am, due at eight, but going in at nine, I realize, for my babies & me

“Everyday, I Walk, A Thin Line”

joyce ivy (68.19.169.142) -- Wednesday, December 29 2004, 04:41 pm

Martin Vann
Martin your words are moving...I know how you feel..I work to jobs to feed my babies...and it is hard sometimes...never enough time to sleep much...I have to have my time to read and write also...so I choose that over sleep...but I keep going strong...for my babies...your work here is great...thanks for sharing....joyce

Martin Vann (67.234.27.47) -- Thursday, December 30 2004, 05:23 pm

Joyce, love from the past, is our children
Joyce, thanks for the feeling of my poem, in your heart. Yes, I have and do live, all, you are going through. Sometimes, I think that the love we shared, seems to be, with no one there, when the children come. then, like you, I realize, children are the gift of love, no, matter where they come from, they are, like you Joyce, my heart beat.

So, I pray, a special prayer for you, that love will find your heart and its, passion, this time will be true.

Martin

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