Time For Music

[Steel2Velvet]

for a friend

Beaten by circumstance

Betrayed, by God

Begrudging all choices my own

I’ve torn my own wings in a net of regret

Pinned myself down here alone

Death shades my life

Life times my death

A clock with hands running cold

My friend’s headstrong Hate, cursing cellmate

A voice sometimes all I can hold

When can I leave

Why did I come

Where do we each go to see

What it all means whenever we dream

How’s anything so expensive as free

Keep playing me tunes

Sing words that rhyme

Best are what’s maddeningly real

Shoved on my back inside a music rucksack

A note, a pause charged with Feel

Someday joy might happen

Some way it could be

Some time may adhere to my heart

If this measure’s two-beating keeps on repeating

Just like some damned drummer’s part

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[J Hill]

Just to let you know, I had read this....again. And it's breaking my back to be hard, but that's what you do for a friend.

The mix met again but what for? Thanking you for the words, my good sir....

[MuzikTyme]

Beaten by circumstance

Betrayed by God

As much as I admired reading . . .

Time for Music

. . . it's the first two lines that struck the prettiest chord for me and it's those two that should be written in the archives of literary excellence and harmonic perfection!

Wonderful, S2V!