Jun 2011
I play my songs
for nobody
In sacred fields
of strawberry
Imagining
the world of man
much better than
I understand
While changing chords
from C to A
I watch the children
laugh and play
They run around
with happy grins
oblivious to shades
of skin
I change again
from A to F
and wonder if
the world is deaf
The songs of love
the children sing,
To jaded ears
don't mean
a thing
for nobody
In sacred fields
of strawberry
Imagining
the world of man
much better than
I understand
While changing chords
from C to A
I watch the children
laugh and play
They run around
with happy grins
oblivious to shades
of skin
I change again
from A to F
and wonder if
the world is deaf
The songs of love
the children sing,
To jaded ears
don't mean
a thing
For those who do not know, there is an area in Central Park, right off 72 st. known as Strawberry Fields. It's a place where people come and play music and sign songs and imagine a world much different than the one we have.
