Crzy4Bono
Refugee
Some nights I sit
Jaded tune, an old saxophone
Mournful and comical
Rising and falling in a cadence
Of broken desire
The song a voice, any voice
Dropping its notes
Into my soul like pennies
Into a fountain
Quarter tones to fill a void
I only imagined,
Imagined out of a need to act
In a world
Where all are trapped by
Ordained roles,
Those priests of human existence
Cast for the innocent.
Some nights I can only sit
Jaded tune, an old saxophone
Mournful and comical
Rising and falling in a cadence
Of broken desire
The song a voice, any voice
Dropping its notes
Into my soul like pennies
Into a fountain
Quarter tones to fill a void
I only imagined,
Imagined out of a need to act
In a world
Where all are trapped by
Ordained roles,
Those priests of human existence
Cast for the innocent.
Some nights I can only sit