The World Sits Heavy on My Shoulders
guitar man…play for me
sing my blues away
the world sits heavy on my shoulders
it’s been that sort of day…
I don’t want to burden you
with my troubles
I don’t want share this pain
just sing a song
of days long gone
until I can breathe again…
life’s not always gentle
sometimes the nightmare
is staying awake
for when sleep finally
takes a hold of me
my dreams I can create…
… delirium rules the sunlit hours
illusions merge like a reminiscent mirage
that torments the peripheral of my vision
taunting voices probe my mind
as if it is their mission
to unpick each frayed fibre of sanity
until I question my very heart
… then the convoluted cycle
rewinds back to the start…
guitar man…play for me
sing my blues away
the world sits heavy on my shoulders
it’s been that sort of day…
I don’t want to burden you
with my troubles
I don’t want share this pain
just sing a song
of days long gone
until I can breathe again…
sharonlee©
20/3/2011 10:01 PM
