Spinning
It's the sound of a broken
record
Going on and on
Always saying the same damn
thing
As each moment passes by.
The words lose their meaning
But the world keeps spinning,
spinning.
Story after story
Each way told so differently
But story's run out of endings,
They mesh into one
So the story becomes a story
With the means to destroy.
A power that is thrived on
To build walls of hatred
Shatter all hope of joy,
Shove pain through the bones
Of every living soul.
Not a difference is made
Not a care in the world.
The question is asked many of
times
When is enough enough,
When can the pain turn away
The story stop being told.
It's the broken record,
Missing the most important
parts.
Skipping a beat when
A sorry is most needed.
But the world, yes the world,
the world just keeps on
spinning.
No one will notice
The record is still playing,
Over and over it goes
Time after time
Until someone dares to shut it
off.
It's the sound of a broken
record
Still going on and on
Just saying the same damn
thing.
While each moment passes by
The words lose meaning
And the world keeps spinning
away,
Down into a much darker day.
No child wants to go out and
play
When the story has run its way.
Through each heart and soul
Tearing them horribly apart.
Ripping out their hearts.
Black as day
White as night
Bleeding red,
The soul that once was
Now graciously inflamed
And the tears that run down
their face.
Enraged.
They'll one day look back and
see,
It was the sound of a broken
record
Thats was going on and on.
Always saying the same damn
thing.
Each moment that passes by,
The words lose their meaning
But the world, the world will
always keep spinning.
Copyright © Amber Chafer | Year Posted 2013
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