From the recordings Walking on the Wire and Walking on the Wire
I was thinking about the people we used to be when I wrote this song. "Blue" seemed to be a word that offered an appropriate title
Lyrics
"Blue"
© 2024, Gordon Thomas Ward
I opened a box full of photos and notes
Of a stranger who I used to be,
And the scenes they recalled, all shimmered with hope
For myself and the friends I would see,
But the thieves of time have shifted my paths
From courses I once held so true.
Now the laughter and faces from our yesterdays
Have scattered and faded to gray
And blue
There’s a place in my heart where old lovers reside
Crumbling walls haunted through time
By the pleasure we tasted and life that we knew
Mere shadows of fruit on the vine
For the distance between us proved too far to span
And our love once so fine and so new
One day passed right through me, yearning to fly
Set off and took wing toward the sky
Of blue
Every memory we treasure, measure by measure
She whispers of what might have been
Each time we undress her, laced with displeasure
We’re forced to surrender
Abandon the tethers
And cast them all into the wind.
I walked into a church that I knew as a child
Where love and salvation once grew
But the face of the deity soured with time
There were cobwebs where angels once flew
Now I turn to the love I felt deep in my heart
When I prayed as a child in those pews
Long before canons and creeds fill our minds
We are born with a touch of divine
Blue
Pure Blue

