Originally posted by Mr_Trek:[..]
How's your song coming?![]()
Haven't done much with it and not sure where to go next, yet with it.
Nobody in sight and nary a bump in the night
Nor any noise 'cept for a busker with no well-earned applause
The bricks were still and the movement was nil
Wind absent and the warmth heaven-sent
Two friends uninterested in the night's end
Sounds of arriving feet, the few left to disipitate
Taken by winds of change in the distance
One lonely soul singing to survive with his money bowl
Looking to sing another day, through another day
Sing for the moment, sing for the soul, sing to achieve his goal
Of that he just can't fathom another day of famine
Young child lost on the street corner, miles from home
Lost, so alone, broken and aching, cold and shaken
She weeps whilst the unaware city sleeps
In their own dreams.
I think I'll leave it as that...it's more a spoken poem than a song. I think I'll record it.