Painful Influences by Strange Angel
Painful Influence
As the days grow old,
And the years fly past,
The children are formed,
Alone in the grass.
Through the shadowy orchard
I whistle and sing
And the trees all round me
Dark gifts to me bring
I smile and laugh
And dream I am old
But the branches around me
Punish and scold
The wind through the leaves
Tells me I’m wrong
That all of my life
I have sung the wrong song
They pass me the lyrics
But it’s hard to succeed
And deep down I realized;
I lack what it needs
The beautiful rhyme
Is worshiped and praised
And I promise myself
I’ll sing it one day
I find myself leaving
The notes I don’t need
Persuading myself
All else is but greed
One day I sang it
Better than the rest
But the trees didn’t notice.
I looked at myself
And I shuddered and cried
And realized my beautiful tone’s
All but died
I struggled so hard,
For that beautiful song,
Forgetting my music,
Was beautiful all along.
Slowly I recovered,
And I realised with glee,
That my notes were returning,
And that grass was friendly.
And now I am wiser,
I don’t listen to trees,
And sitting in the orchard,
Friends are all I need.
This is my message
And what I must tell:
Enjoy your own music
And you will do well.
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