Russ Bergen Poetry

I walked on water for her she never loved me
I wondered time and time again,
Why she never ever cried.
Cause I felt honest enough to say
"I beg your pardon, honey"
What more could she ask?

I talked to her time and time again
"Don't you stop believing"
I wanted her to really see the only truth that's real
Is in the Prairie Grass.

(bridge)
quietly softly she speaks:
"Whisper soft my open prayer”
Be not at one with yourself
But two with me
In the prairie grass.

(verse)
When did you want to be?
Alone with me
In the Prairie Grass.

She said "How can I touch you after,
Aww you've been too mean"
I never sought so hard before, I died.
I missed heaven's scent of Prairie Grass.
Scent of Prairie Grass
Scent of Prairie Grass
She said my psalms on Prairie Grass.

Poet: Russ Bergen