Song Cry

CATEGORY

life

Songs in the key of life/ Unrehearsed/ Unprepared to walk on stage yet I sing these tunes anyway/ craving the taste of trial and tribulation/ignoring stage fright/the fright in stages of my life/ Could it be? It must be…..my imagination…the pages of my songbook singed in the fires of personal hell/ no sight of heaven I was trapped begging for ice water/ so I became cold/ bearing unyielding winters/ T ‘was always December/ unexpected blizzards were expected to be delivered/ how did I live in those extreme conditions?/ Compassion seemed so distant …..this mental seemed so twisted/but I needed better lines to sing a better rendition/ my premonition was accurate that my lyrics mirrored many preparing for life’s recital digging for the title of they song unsung searching for a title/ validation seeking from unfamiliar faces in unsightly places/ some call it the system/ I call it moving to the rhythm of one’s drum they run from foster parents or prostitution/ for lack of better usage/ they exercised their right to keep it movin and shake in the wake of this depression no signs to receding in this recession/ Err body broke/ we can’t pay attention/ but the score remains the same/ in the survival of the fittest/As God as my witness/He said He was listening//Swing Low, Sweet Chariot/Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen/through bleak smokescreens and dope dreams/some call me a Hope fiend/ Hope floats in these songs I sing/Because I’m happy that Hope is free /to fall to my knees thankful he Gracefully saved an Amazing wretch /like me/