A thousand singing voices
Echo through my mind
Like arrows slung offhandedly
Through distant space and time.
They pierce my tender heart
Like only each and every one of you
Could ever dream to do.
Your guilts and sorrows
Your Todays and your Tomorrows
Are bared carefully by me
Like the old Greek Atlas
Because you are my only world.
You could sing it softer
To help me understand,
That you always knew
I never said I wanted to
feel those aches and pains for you.
You all just run on by, as passerby’s
And leave the dead to die.
Unaffected by the lives you’ve neglected
The false idols that you’ve erected,
Or the comforts of your own reflection.
I’d ask you twice to make nice
But then your heart turned to ice
As you gave yourself to sin and vice.
No surprise to me,
I could always see what you were born to be.
I’d spin a verse or two
So the news wasn’t quite so new,
But you never even had a clue
That I could ever feel that way towards you.
Stars paint the pictures large enough
For all of us to see the summertime.
So, call me up, we’ll smoke a dime,
Or maybe even two.
For we all need something sweet ,
And someone’s soul to sooth.
In my heart, I’d sing the blues,
In life theres only so much that I could ever do
For every single one of you.
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Submission Name: Weight of the World
