If only the signs of time have been with us now Is it right to keep reaping and dying without knowing how The earth ravages the flesh and how it waters the soil? Have we the reason to continue thriving in our toil? There have been times when I have wanted to give up Had my bones crushed and my breath choked and stopped I slept on the road, with nothing by my fear for company Kept faith with the gods of the world for a little bit of money To get me to the boulevard of chained sighs and empty lips I hail a cab to get me through the pain and worthless trips So, darling, believe me that I've been in and out of the blue Speak of truth, of cages; speak for loveless eyes too
And I will listen to it all; just like I used to Make the bustles of the city my jive and my rue There's been a while when I danced without music Swung my arms too wide and I got cursed and sick Would it have killed me, then, if I kept at it? Should I have known what's best for me and my beat? Love, I've seen nameless cars pass, coming only to go I've seen the stars burn bright for something so low Trees have stooped and braved winds for the grass Bells have chimed for forgetful souls made of brass So, darling, believe me when I say I don't have a clue Of how to speak for life or to speak for loveless eyes too
If only we saw the signs posted so high We could have stopped at the lights or by We could have turned around and knew exactly why There's so much color to go around when we lie The sky had never looked so blue before How clouds form only to fall into asphalt and more Then comes the heat to dry off the traces of tears Have you found the lesson to keep trying over the years? There's been boards of meaningless blurbs The paint is peeling and there's letters missing in words So, darling, I've understood more than what you have to do Speak of youth, of changes; speak of loveless eyes too
And I will pour my heart to the pretense we lived Cast my mind off the boat, screw the bereaved Chip away at the pieces of my skin in the dark Maybe, just maybe, there's still an ember or spark Of who I used to be and of the memories I held There were still faces whose traces started to meld Into a patchwork of torn pictures forming my life Look into it and see all—the gloom, the joy, the strife To get me out of the page I closed myself in Say why you wanted me and ask how have I been So, darling, there's been a secret path leading back to you So speak of ages, of death; speak of loveless eyes too
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This is one of my stronger pieces out there and I love, love, love the final lines in each stanzas as they provide me with plenty of room to play around in terms of impact and the final intestine-slapp. I'm a sucker for these lines so yeah. xD
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