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Treasure the Music
Written for the musicians who have taken their own lives. Walking lonely empty streets Life bequeathed a fair measure of sadness to me. A dwelling place just below The plane of joy. Madness, sadness, anxiety Flaunts it's self frivolously. Howling, weeping, Painful leavings Moments lost I'm held prisoner By my memory. An heir to the fortune of misfortune, Day after day I grapple with this Adversary that is my mind. Will I ever rise above to walk Upon the plane of joy or will it forever remain just out of reach. So be it, if it is meant to be. To keep insanity at bay I will Seek kind words to temper The madness. I will seek sweet smiles to ease the sadness. However howling, weeping, painful Leavings I dread with these I must contend. But if it becomes too much For Me this sadness life bequeathed Will you harbor disdain for me or treasure the body of music that I leave. Again this is written for The musicians who have taken Their own lives.
Copyright © 2024 Edward Mccall. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs