A Crescendo Of Sound, The Cities Streets
Starting With The Collection Of Corpses As We Sleep
People Who Bedded Down In Their Sorrow Deep
Hope Lost, Their Stomach Empty, Nothing To Eat
Seen Only In Our Empathy, Our Epiphany Of Thought
Why Must I Step Over You, On My Way To The Top
Some Their Empathy Strong, Show An Interest In Your Song
And Without Asking Take Your Arm, Not Realizing Their Harm
For Food They Buy, To Find Out Your Why, That Hour They Deny
Is The One Hour, A True Soul May Have Walked By
One Who Would Not Judge, Not Reap In Your Reply
Just Felt Inside Themselves, Life's Story A Lie
They Just Wanted To See Your Smile, Feel Their's Inside
We All Search For A Meaning, That Moment Of Truth
But Lost In The Music, Their Lyrics Show Proof
Write The Lyrics Together, I Miss The Music As A Group
Howie Joe...04/03/2016.
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