Tell me of a time you left your safe home, whisked yourself away to the midst of the unknown;
a ballad you keep singing it is dancing in your head, if it were to leave that brain of yours you’d might as well be dead;
for even in this vast unknown many stories still hold true, scenes will change, faces will fade but the mood will still be blue;
hum your tune, preach your words your bible, the great book, for in a land so far away the heart of moons, vibrations took;
hallowed cries, moody blues snare and tongue so sharp, vibing as words roll to ear sounds that stand as one’s own heart.
dec 23 2019