tjg1098
05-31-2003, 05:03 PM
This is the Song I Hear...tell me what you think. And it's not quite finished, so if you want something changed, suggest it.
I hear all this Earth singing, a solemn and mournful tune.
From among the forests, across the seas, and o'er the sunscorched dunes
Come a chorus of dirges all with but one song, telling of the same fate
And zealously trying to redeem the choir, but the entreaties were made too late
To undo the regrets, and relive the past, to go back and change their lives
Unbeknownst to the ensemble, their songs are worth naught, and only deeds shall suffice
For they themselves caused their tribulations, and now in agony must dwell
But no cruel torture is this penitence, for they have earned it well
Rarely will you find an innocent here, and all of them are babes
Some have been born addicted to drugs, while others' doom is AIDS
I know now why babies cry, and why their teardrops fall like rain
Bereft of the chances we have had, their lot is undeserved pain
And yet still they lament and moan, and cry on heaven's door
They should not have had to bear this burden, this was not their chore
Their cries have fallen on deaf ears...all except for mine
Only I can hear the children crying, only I hear their piteous whine
Alone, I can do nothing, but listen and comfort their fears
And try to sing with my loudest voice, and hope for a different set of ears
I pray that the next person to hear this elegy, will add their voice to mine
Together, we can do something, and change this world in time
But this paradise was not meant to be, and this wish can not survive
For there are few people who hear this song, and only we can keep it alive
So my hopes and dreams will fade away, and all that will be left is the tune
But maybe it can convey to you, the awful despair that still looms
Over this earth like an empty cloud, like a shadow on this land
A storm cloud that can only be lifted, by the power of a caring hand
I hear all this Earth singing, a solemn and mournful tune.
From among the forests, across the seas, and o'er the sunscorched dunes
Come a chorus of dirges all with but one song, telling of the same fate
And zealously trying to redeem the choir, but the entreaties were made too late
To undo the regrets, and relive the past, to go back and change their lives
Unbeknownst to the ensemble, their songs are worth naught, and only deeds shall suffice
For they themselves caused their tribulations, and now in agony must dwell
But no cruel torture is this penitence, for they have earned it well
Rarely will you find an innocent here, and all of them are babes
Some have been born addicted to drugs, while others' doom is AIDS
I know now why babies cry, and why their teardrops fall like rain
Bereft of the chances we have had, their lot is undeserved pain
And yet still they lament and moan, and cry on heaven's door
They should not have had to bear this burden, this was not their chore
Their cries have fallen on deaf ears...all except for mine
Only I can hear the children crying, only I hear their piteous whine
Alone, I can do nothing, but listen and comfort their fears
And try to sing with my loudest voice, and hope for a different set of ears
I pray that the next person to hear this elegy, will add their voice to mine
Together, we can do something, and change this world in time
But this paradise was not meant to be, and this wish can not survive
For there are few people who hear this song, and only we can keep it alive
So my hopes and dreams will fade away, and all that will be left is the tune
But maybe it can convey to you, the awful despair that still looms
Over this earth like an empty cloud, like a shadow on this land
A storm cloud that can only be lifted, by the power of a caring hand