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Library lounge, It’s a sad, sad song
The bar scene period is a sad, sad song
Smoke purifies the air, still nothing terrifies my stare
Every episode, the same played scene
The strangers we rubbed and laid between
The washed up bartender, playing his hand
Wife called three times, yet he’s staying to make a stand
Everything about this place is a sad, sad song
Each step we take, the making due with what’s left to bake
Burning crosses, turning to the open closest
After the bomb, no laughter to come
An early rapture for some
The flame that appears to be taking my soul
The mother who’s life revolves around another’s pole
Monroe, Louisiana, it’s a sad, sad story
The lives we lead, the heavy breathing
No response for the patients steadily leaving
Frankin Parish High School
The small town and communities, the empty liver pools
Nightmares that no longer bother you
Images that only seem cosper to you
Random flowers from strangers
Sadness that towers over angels
You life, my silent nights
Rain drops that trickle down my night stained windows
The shame that tickles my frown, no sins to close
The obsessions that claim our sanity
The morning dew that eats away at worn fabrics
Everything I just wrote nothing less of vanity
The guilt in my conscience, such a sad, sad song
So if this be the last song I sing,
Let it be more beautiful and haunting
Than anything I have performed on this earth before.
Let the open night echo my words
In pity
For no one will ever respond anymore.
Let my unanswered call
Coil the chain around my neck and restrain me to this branch
As I break the silence of my lonely demise.
I sing, not to be heard,
But to remind myself that I am it:
This is the end.
Hear the echo. Isn’t it beautiful?
To hear the voice of death.
Perhaps it sounds familiar; like the voice of a friend…
How many songs, howls and cries have you heard,
Unaware that there will never be another one like it again?
I am alone in a world filled with life.
Life that is collapsing in on itself.
I was born dead.
But at least then I was not alone.
Now, I sing with the diminishing hope that someone will answer.
But I know Death will sooner reach me.
And when that happens
I will be free.
In the inner city there is a little girl.
Who dreams about a different world.
There is no fresh air for her to breathe.
No lovely flowers for her to see.
No yard to go and play and swing.
No, not much of anything.
Her mother toils to and from.
Providing on a measly income.
She sees her mother in despair.
She hugs her close, because she cares.
"Don't worry mom we will get by."
Her mom says, "Yes hon." with teary eyes.
"There are so many little girls and boys
that struggle in this world you see."
"I wonder why fortunes smile on some
and lets the rest go free."
Michael Tor 3/22/2016 Written about Lolo Jones. A champion athlete.
Last line credit to Eagles Song Sad Cafe.
Can you hear the whispers
brought on by the wind storming?
Carried true by the harpers,
the tale the howls are forming?
Came a knock at the farmer's door,
a mailed fist with a fate to turn.
A sob, a wail, a call to war,
a boy, a son, home soon to yearn.
Soon a soldier strode from youth,
to the beat of the king's drum.
A shield his hide, a sword his tooth,
his pack stood the night to come.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
Silence broke to a thunderous horn,
the battle joined with the savage horde.
On a bloody tide he thus was borne,
death he granted and fury he roared.
Silence returned with a blade's sigh,
sanguine as it was ripped away.
A keen, a dirge, a mother's cry,
a man, a son, home soon to lay.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
A place to rest he was given,
a peace he has not taken.
To guard, to serve he is driven,
his will, his resolve unshaken.
So when you see a warrior's mound,
shed not a tear to hear the bugle -
hark rather the marching sound,
for he yet walks the vigil.
Having you all for myself
was my wildest fantasy
that turned in deep jeoulosy;
and I still recall
the sweet words you said;
and the happiest smile
that made me so weak inside!
Beyond my belief,
you took me where no heart could go;
and despite my infatuation
you didn't give into temptation...
to love another man
who could have given you more;
how glad I am that you resisted all that,
and made me the center of your attention!
Oh,I am so empty and sad inside
longing for lips to kiss...
thinking of the woman I deceived
with my demanding kisses;
but sleep won't come easily,
and I curse the dakness
for the pain and loneliness
I have brought on myself!
Oh, I am so empty and sad inside
dreaming and sleeping alone,
wanting to touch your skin...
by remembering how how long
and tender my nights were!
Oh, I am so empty and sad inside...
wishing of being closer together...loving,
you against me...naked and willing!
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