Best Song Lyricsad Poems
These are the long depressing walks
It's the sad songs that talk
The missed opportunities that hold us at fault
Nothing but smiles at birth
You didn't think I'd forget
The most precious angel on this earth
Since I entered this world formally
Then I should be able to smile normally
Looking from an angle and you can't see things clear
Write with an attitude and you can't be sincere
Take a piece of this heart
Blood vessels, veins, continuous pain
sprout and intervene to produce this art
Might see you, me at a different height
the things you do when your wings won't take flight
it seems we're all trying to switch our momentum
Without slowing down to stop
Want to find ways of growing up without the drop
Slaves of tears, surfing the waves of fear
At the end of a journey, we start another journey
Go through ups and downs to enter the after-tourney
These are the long depressing walks
It's the sad songs that talk
The missed opportunities that hold us at fault
"too little time, too many thoughts"
THIS IS A THRENODY,
SO PLEASE SING ALONG,
IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG,
ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG.
HIS MOTHER CRIED OUT IN THE NIGHT,
HIS FATHER SCREAMED IN RAGE,
INSTEAD OF MAKING THINGS RIGHT,
THEY INTENSIFIED THE DAZE.
THIS IS THE MAYHEM,
HE WITNESSED AS A CHILD,
HE VIVIDLY RECALL PRAYING;
QUOTING SCRIPTURES IN HIS MIND.
HE COULD NEVER FORGET;
THE MANY TIMES HE WAS COMPROMISED,
HIS WORLD WAS MADE BLEAK,
SO HE CONTEMPLATED SUICIDE.
HIS MOM WAS BATTERED AND BRUISED,
SO HE CURSED UNDER HIS BREATH,
FEELING UTTERLY CONFUSED,
HIS FORHEAD BEGUN TO SWEAT.
THE DRAMA WAS A HORROR SHOW,
THAT SEEMED TO HAVE NO END,
NO SIGNS OF WISDOM TO GROW,
AND NO TANGIBLE SOLUTION.
THIS IS THE THRENODY,
PLEASE SING ALONG,
IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG,
ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG.
IN RETROSPECTION,
ALL HE SEES IS WHENCE HE CAME;
A SWIRLED CONFUSION,
MAKING HIM WONDER YET AGAIN:
IS IT CENTRIPETAL-FORCE;
KEEPING 'EM IN THE MIDDLE?
OR SCIENTIFIC CRASH-COURSE;
EXPERIMENTING WITH HIS MENTAL?
'THOUGH HIS FUTURE'S WRITTEN IN DARK;
BLACK ETCHINGS ACROSS HIS FACE,
WITH AN IRONCLAD HEART,
HE CONTINUED RUNNING THE RACE.
HE'S BEEN LAUGHED AT WITH SCORN,
AND HAD IN DERISION,
BUT NOW HE'S REBORN,
WITH CRYSTAL CLEAR VISION.
THIS IS THE THRENODY,
PLEASE SING ALONG,
IT'S LIKE A VERY SAD SONG,
ABOUT FOLKS WHO'S DEAD WRONG!