Thursday, December 31, 2009

About A Happy Song

Little did I know of precious music,
When I want of belief in western consequence;
Long did I sing them with parodies inside,
Failing reason and song that should live side by side.

A joker stands in the way,
The path where my lyrical justice must sway,
And he knows how the song will go,
But he laughs anyway despite what I say.

I have no sweet melody to capture radiance,
In this life if we don't sing we dance,
And we prance and we prance till death do us part,
To forget what we left half dream't and again to start.

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