The bass line
Rattles this mind of mine
And that snare drum
Makes me aware
Of all of the pain I’ve numbed
In here
The vocals
Speak to all of my soul’s
It’s a moment that I try to hold onto
But it has to go
And ring in the ears
Of the children full of fear out there
The acoustic guitar
Becomes my spirit guide
“Good music can never die”
“Good music can never die”
He sings to me
But it feels like a lie. . .
It feels like a line
But deep down
When I am upside down
I believe he is right
And good art
Doesn’t die
And I sing back,
“Please don’t be a lie.”
“Please don’t be a lie.”
CH 11/1/23