Inspiration

Some say inspiration comes and goes. Oh boy, how it constantly, graciously grows Inside of my nostalgic noggin Let the sun-shining day begin I must say, inspiration has faded away into gray..gray… yeeeeeah...low as the ground, but I'll be sky high one day I pray my inspiration won't fade away Like the night, bowing down to the day My inspiration level is buried underground forever more NO publishing agency on Earth will ever publish my verses Bring to life my happiness – I don’t care if I live or die anymore What’s worse – my brother’s drinking again…whispering curses… Tragedy in reverse never will be close in my cold, cold arms…it will do me so much harm…I want you not in my arms Drenched in silence – I’ll remain…I’ll remain…unbroken for a little while Silent Wars – I’m fighting in my head, doused in dread no doubt…I won’t be haunted by your insidious charms Bittersweet farewells…I hand to you black roses…black with deathly vile yeeeeeah…I’ll let the blessed breeze blow day after day I won’t be doused in utter dismay And I pray you and I will be okay… Inspiration…inspiration…has come to s-stay..s-stay…. Some say inspiration grows on forever Oh yeah, I do agree frankly…that’s for sure! Deep down inside of my heart, You pounded life into me from the start.