#burt
I hear them
Each day that passes
Gentle words from which there is no source
In each direction they come
Some of them joyous
Some of them hateful
Some of them scream
Few of them ever sing
I know few of the sounds
As the kind words of family and friend
Taken too soon
I hear them each day
I carry a part of them with me each day
I always am reminded of the two that pushed me furthest
The first an old man
Who I knew as a father
Took me in as a son
Only to be taken by his illness
When it got to be too strong
He was the only person I felt pushed me forward
As everyone else judged my mind
The second an young girl
Just a year behind me
We only spoke a few times
Through masked medium
Her life taken in bullets and blood
By her mother's side
Just before the man that hurt them both
Took his own life
I hear them both
I see them in my dreams
They push me forward
To help others in any way I can
I hope that soon, and with their help
I can bring the songs of the voices in my head
To The Voice
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Silver alert, silver alert
the gold Ford is gone
we hope she's not hurt
Silver alert, silver alert
Grandmas run off
with her new boyfriend Burt
Silver alert, silver alert
Burt's a gold digger
a real piece of dirt
Yes silver alert, yes silver alert
we hope the cops find her
with her monies unhurt
Oh my, silver alert, silver alert
don't spend our inheritance
on Burt, the pervert
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC