With a song in my heart, as I step out on
stage, Intending to sing a verse revealing
my rage! A rock musician, I may seem,
Lonely yearning great wealth is my only
dream! Without fans to express my feeling,
Of life's let-downs I find hard in dealing!
Energy in vocals is my only escape,
As dealing with reality is my sorrowful
fate! When I can no longer deal with life's
sorrow, I get depressed and find no more
tomorrow! Drugs seem to follow me, at every
turn, Peace and tranquility I desperately
yearn! Cocaine soars me, to a new high
living, I guess I should be happy, that to
fans, that I am giving! Thine darkness be
closing in and all about me, When awakened,
my soul shall be ever so set free!
Meeting my maker forever, with all of
eternity!
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem