Few people realize that man has already attained immortality; it's merely been abused, forgotten, and renamed Writing. -Brian Egan

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Battle's Done - For Emily

He sits alone in a darkened room, tries to set the mood...
with a single lamp, and a guitar amp, he hasn't got a clue.
He's been waiting there for the muse to strike.
But he never looked inside.
Because he's writing bout a battle that's been done for years
So what's a soldier to do?

Got his hand above the paper but the words don't come
Gonna grab his gun.
To remember 'bout the days before the broadcast came
And they sent the soldiers home.
Now he's looking in the mirror but there's something wrong
He's known it all along.
It's missing pictures of the girl who saved him from himself
Where else does she belong?

Because the battle's done.
And the war is won.
And his sorrow's something new.
So he did the first thing
That he could've done
And he wrote this song for you.

And she knows everything he needs to feel at home.
Because the battle's done and the girl is won, oh oh.
And when she tells him that he'll never be alone, he knows it's happening.

And you know everything I need to feel at home.
Because my battle's done and my girl is won, say yes, if you mean it.
And if you tell me that I'll never be alone, I'll know it's happening.

They say that loneliness is like battlefield
Either choose to yield or search for something more
And that's what I found in you.

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