walking on a branch already broken
and the monsters of men
I have already chosen – what’s a non gender bender supposed to do?
But anyway that’s my stuff, my story and I tell it well
– if you stand still long enough to listen
brighter days are on the way
and bridges never burned – something my mum said a long time ago;
…I digress, perdonatemi la mai famiglia
and the sounds of water rushing against the tide
A wake up call just in case you missed the metaphor
It’s all right here in the third eye my own personal treasure
reflections from the other side,
when sand, sea and lies collide
And it hasn’t rained since the climate change naysayers
spit directly into the wind
So I’m out here trying to find an umbrella
but I’ll settle for one rational thread that will give me a pass
on what was written and believed to have been said
or the misinterpretation of everyones fate;
I’ve always been told it’s never too late – to ask for help
Chris Matthews throw me a life line
you are the only one that can pull the nation in
when everyone else relies on the bend in the road
or the guy in the hat who will cast the first stone
who boldly claims to have lived without sin
and the Svengali’s are telling us – it’s now, never, sink or swim
And all I can do is think about you and that’s gotta count for something
Chris Matthews throw me a life line
you are the only one that can make the nation grin
when everyone else relies on the bend in the road
or the guy in the hat who casts the first stone
who boldly claims to have lived without sin
and the Svengali’s are telling us – it’s now, never, sink or swim
© 2016 TrilbyYates