Riddles On My Heart

Riddles On My Heart

A Poem by Barefoot McCoy
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Music and lyrics by Barefoot McCoy ©2015. www.barefootmccoy.com

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With a child's eyes, always asking, “why?”

Caught up in a world that's so black and white.

But when the men get quiet,

You can hear them crying.


If the black bird sings in the night,

And the white dove sings in the day,

Can we meet in the middle

On a sunny shade of gray?

Not too close to the light,

But maybe getting far from the dark.

It's a pretty crazy life with all these

Riddles on my heart.


Always drawing lines, looking for a fight.

Never taking time to see another side.

But if you close your eyes,

You can hear them crying.


If the black bird sings in the night,

And the white dove sings in the day,

Can we meet in the middle

On a sunny shade of gray?

Not too close to the light,

But maybe getting far from the dark.

It's a pretty crazy life with all these

Riddles on my heart.


And the hearts are hard;

Shut and closed and barred.

Is it time that we all head back to the start?


It's so cut and dry, it's so wrong or right.

Never even try to set aside the pride.

But when the world is silent,

You can hear them crying.


If the black bird sings in the night,

And the white dove sings in the day,

Can we meet in the middle

On a sunny shade of gray?

Not too close to the light,

But maybe getting far from the dark.

It's a pretty crazy life with all these

Riddles on my heart.


It's a pretty crazy life with all these

Riddles on my heart.

© 2015 Barefoot McCoy


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