Christopher Goat

Christopher Goat
Christopher Goat

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

The Invisible World

I'm right back where I began,
The former me is now a man.
A fresh start or a detour,
I try to see, but I'm not sure.
A crossroad in my life
Should I go left or to the right?
A cross road in my life,
Better be in before midnight.
Flash backs start again I see,
Visions of spirits all around me.
I know the Truth is real,
Now I can see and feel,
The Invisible World...

My Last Stand

I'm gonna sing,
Like it's my last song.
I'm gonna live,
Like there's nothing wrong.
I'm gonna fight,
Like it's my last chance.
I'm gonna win,
Then I'm gonna dance.

I'm gonna give,
All I've got.
I'm gonna believe,
Whether or not,
You see me,
For who I am.
I'm gonna make a stand,
For the life of this man.

Chasing A Dream

When hope is all I have,
When my love still holds on.
To something I'll never have,
'Cause your heart is gone.
I can only dream about tomorrow,
And forget yesterday.
I'm releasing all my sorrows,
For letting our love slip away.
I remember the good times,
And forget about the bad.
Like listening to the wind chimes,
And hearing a song I never had (before).
Forever chasing a dream,
Forever hoping it seems.
My heart belongs with you,
Or forever singing these blues.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Cries From The Deep

As this madness slowly breaks,
I can see the light of day.

As the willow begins to weep,
I can lay my soul to sleep.

The sun is fallin',
The skies are callin'...out my name.
The moon is risin',
This groom is cryin'...out of shame.

As my heart cries from the Deep,
The love I gave is the love I keep.

The shadows haunt me everyday,
Still, I fall on my knees and pray.

Can you hear my cries from the Deep?

Monday, January 4, 2016

Field of Blood

Have I been a Judas to your heart?
A kiss of betrayal from the start?
The blood on my hands floods this field,
But my soul tells me our love is real.
Can you forgive this broken man?
It only seems to be quicksand.
My love for you is so true,
But my heart is always singing the blues.
I crucified your loving soul,
Driving the nails in with my words.
I sent my love in poems but no one heard,
Now I will hang my head low, until I'm dead.