Mr. Sorrow

Mr. Sorrow


This morning, the churchbells ring-
I do not know for whom the bell tolls.
For me? For you? For us all - maybe,
All I know is that I'm mighty cold.

Didn't have a blanket last night. Yeah.
That remains about the status quo.
The streets are mean to men with dreams
but not alot of gold.

I never had it all, just had the notion
That I could do something great for once.
All of my hopes, money and time
were simply gone after one bad month.

So now I sit in this filithy place,
My broken thoughts lay quietly around me.
It's mighty cold, no blanket still,
I curl up while the churchbells resounding.

This morning, the bells are ringing.
I'll know them even better tommorow,
This is the last you'll hear of the earthly plight,
of the man they called Mr. Sorrow.

Like It's New Response

Enlightened? Maybe. I feel where you're going Lady,
On these hazy, lazy days you end up trading,
thoughts for words placed on public pages.
Feelings trapped in cages, but you gotta let em out-
I know oh-too-well the way life goes,
Sometimes you just gotta put the pen to the inkwell,
And watch as your mind shows up in the inkblot,
'Cuz the colors seperation brings more inspiration,
And maybe you'll learn a little more today.
Things 'bout your minds state, what happened of late,
Whether you'll get over it or want to,
maybe your interest wants you? Whether the shoe,
really fits or are you just winging it and afraid,
That people will know your true ways?
Don't get lost in Heaven chick, they got locks on the gate,
Don't get too sad either, Hell only really lasts a few days.
But all that matters, as you can see what I'm gonna do,
Is to treat each and every day, Like it's New.