A Campaign For An Overture

It's another harvest of emotions here
In the gray side of our lives
With the bitchin' and whinin' and babies cryin'
Over mothers who recently died
In the arms of chaotic dreams
With no cares to say "goodbye"
For the numbness soon resides

Shared in patterned tales
They dispatched all their laboring units
As you will almost certainly
Prepare for today
In love with the freedom
Excuses prepare away
But there are unseen ways
That exist somehow
Since you hold the keys
Will you show the way now?

Black bells ringing in the moonlight
No word is heard to tell
Ringing welcomes in the midnight
With no philosophy to sell

I bled you out of sympathy
With a single shred of dignity
I was never given the gift of gab
But I've got the words to make you mad

An overture for the soul
Campaigned wherever you go
A cascade of sound to keep alive
The imaginations in our minds

Can you treat this busload of questions
With any shred of sympathy?
Will you take any of it with the motions
Or will you be angry at me?
'Cos I have a feeling you'll take the latter
No matter what the cause of manner
'Cos you've done so once before
And you wonder why I don't talk to you anymore

And the mirror told it's tale
That we all know too well
Listening to songs from the dead
That reminds us that we'll end up the same...

Written by Moonfire-Lark
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