L i s t e nA Poem by Atton BrownMusic's the only thing that makes sense sometimes. It might save your lifeMusic’s the only thing that makes sense any more, play it loud enough it’ll keep the demons at bay Play it over your thoughts until you begin to sway And vibe with the song You just kinda rock along You become one with the verse Your bad mood is carried away in a hearse You can breathe and breathe deep Even if you feel the tears seep Down your cheek It’s not illegal to weep Hell, sometimes the tears are the lullaby that put you to sleep I was hoping I wouldn’t cry today, hoping they wouldn’t yell Hoping I wouldn’t have to bring my scars to show and tell All I have is hope, a thought, and this tune And I thought after all this pain, I’d just be immune. Sometimes, late at night, you just wanna cry. Sometimes, late at night, you just wanna die. You’d love to curl up into a ball And forget it all. Fall Into a lucid dream Something you can finally control, something that seems So real The look, the feel You know it has to be too good to be true You psych yourself out, and in the end it’s you Who creates your own reality. Reality’s a prison Or is it a prism? It seems so simple, but when you look at it the right way, you can see the splendor You’ll become tongue tied, and your speech… surrendered Rendered speechless I think if we all were to speak less And listen We would hear the song that we’d been missin Hear the words that might save our lives That would dull our knives And empty our guns I’m not saying run I’m saying stand. Stand here And actually listen to what you claim to hear… I was hoping I wouldn’t cry today, hoping they wouldn’t yell Hoping I wouldn’t have to bring my scars to show and tell All I have is hope, a thought, and this tune And I thought after all this pain, I’d just be immune. Close your mouth and open your ears Breathe in the love and release your fears You don’t have to be afraid anymore This song will be your escape; it’ll open up the door Even if it’s locked, even if it’s bolted shut You’ll break it down, you’ll be away. But You won’t be free, I can see it in you. They spoon fed you the depression that’s on your menu But that’s not all there is, there’s more than a sole Note to this song. Open your ears, hear the whole Beautiful piece, it’s a symphony Of sympathy, empathy Because I know you I was you I am you. I wanted to cry I wanted to die But here I stand. You Have to see that the words you read, the songs you hear Were written for you, sung as if you were near So you’re not alone, you have nothing to fear. I was hoping I wouldn’t cry today, hoping they wouldn’t yell Hoping I wouldn’t have to bring my scars to show and tell All I have is hope, a thought, and this tune And I thought after all this pain, I’d just be immune. But I’m not and don’t think I ever will be I’m so sick of wishing someone would just kill me I wanna drift away in some silly song I wanna be free; I’m tired of being wrong... © 2011 Atton Brown |
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1 Review Added on April 29, 2011 Last Updated on April 29, 2011 AuthorAtton BrownVAAboutLook, I'm Me no one else. i write things that have happened to me sometimes with extreme exaggereations but you wouldnt be able to tlel the difference. if u knew me you'd get it but if you have to ask.. more..Writing
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