Goliath Pity

Double meaning in title?

I suppose I’ll walk around, bobbing my head,

My heart is made of stone, my ribs are made of lead,

The moon in the sky, has lost her silver lining,

My cardiac system fails, with utmost perfect timing,

 

I just killed Goliath, but David took the cred,

Now he’s out to kill me, so paint me red,

Little people with big hearts, they start crying,

They want to be found, I hope they start finding,

 

‘Hey you, I know your kind’, some freak said,

‘You look like a hippie, who’s never been fed,

I don’t know if he was a liar, but he was lying,

I could only help him, if I was trying,

 

Look how much this pen has bled,

Surely now it must be dead,

Write me a song, for me to sing,

Then give me a new voice, one that’s shiny and clean,

 

I’ve become a gawking site, for flocks of weirdos,

Some want to know me, but not get close,

They hear my ugly voice, but not what I’m singing,

I don’t want to die, I’m still dreaming.

Author's Note

I sort of imagine this as a song, but I have a terrible voice so I can't sing it.