Dark Days above
The Wind blowing through the trees,
playful amongst the leaves.
Murmurs of a distant train,
calling the song
of the old highway west,
Singing, Singing
The West is the Best.
The smoke fills the air,
shuffling feet everywhere.
That precious death
pouring in with every breath.
The Cancer that holds you
oh the self destruction
that calls you
A whisper is heard through the air
Unclear words for one so near.
Oh that pure melody
in a world filled with despair.
Oh that innocent voice
fills the air.
It floats and swirls,
singing of super heroes,
of imagined lands,
of love,
of ma and pa,
But the pain behind the song.
“Why can't my parents get along?”
But no one listens.
No one hears the voice
That beautiful melodic voice.
The Child's Melody.
It cuts me like a knife.
Seeps into my very being.
Are you so blind?
Life from life you can't ignore,
but you're doing a damn good job.
A miracle of this world,
he deserves so much more.
Why will no one listen?
Listen, LISTEN to this child's song!
He won't be for very long,
love him while he's so.
This worlds melancholy
Hasn't reached his heart.
LISTEN and rejoice!
Listen, listen listen to
The Child's Melody.