Walking along a razor’s edge,
Consistent work I duly pledge!
Not much room left for failure…
My body has become my jailor.
If only I could escape for a moment,
From the deep fire of torment…
I would gladly sing you a song!
Us together could never be wrong!
Many years I walked through the darkness…
Holding a flag to celebrate starkness.
My soul existed in distant shadows.
I have too many secrets to disclose.
Lying here on a bed of death,
Trying to atone with my last breath…
Hoping to save my soul from plague.
The meaning of life is just too vague.
Dreaming, I wander alone through fields of grass.
My heart is a dense, heavy mass.
Those looking for answers have my heart,
“Don’t cry, or you’ll make me start.”
The only thing I knew to do…
Was take your hand and run with you.
We went to the edge of the moon,
Looked at our blue orb and wrote a tune.
After my last moment on earth,
Final call after a traumatic birth…
Whatever, in word or deed, I leave behind,
I hope I’m remembered for my creative mind.
Comments
Post a Comment