there's a sadness in your eyes today,
that doesn't match the love in your heart,
and it shines through all the lies.
music in your heart that no one hears,
as you walk to a gentler cadence,
because you realize the earth is tainted.
music removes the weight from shoulders,
music is life, it's the soundtrack to it all.
dodging raindrops of the blues everyday,
the pills and the poems no longer help.
in this afternoon of Armageddon’s afterlife
contemplating an end to the situation,
it all comes down to tears in a plastic bag,
just light a candle and say a solemn prayer
of the lost living and the forgotten dead.
and those smitten, and betwixt.
all we living, in here's immortal dread.
wipe the pages of your mystic mind clean,
forget what you've done and what you've been.
purge the ballast from the submerged tank,
ponder what's precious and begin to thank
people you love for the poems in your head.