walk the night alone
sunshine drops upon my lips
silent dew upon the brow
wishing to drown in the sea
of pointless people
hopeless cause for happiness
strumming the sad cords
beating drums of doom
holding the New Song
waiting too long
for wrong... to be right
for blindness... to be sight
I can sing
but it matters not
for I open not my mouth
I sing in my head
the happy tunes
that can save the world
6-27-11
Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson
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