BrokenHighway Once upon a time, Upon a lonely hill Where yesterday's tommorrow, and Time is standing still. There Lived a broken highway, where broken dreams reside, they sing their paiful memories and swim through tears they cried. Upon this hill of shadows, their lived a little boy, He lived his life in poverty, never tasting joy. His mother was a junkie, His father he'd never cross Now he'll play among the angels and splash in pools of loss. Now up on Death Row avenue, A man sits with his child, Hes paying for his individuality, his fears are running wild. he looks down at his namesake, a tiny boy of seven, 'perhaps we'll meet again my son, we'll sing again, in heaven' Around on Bullshit avenue, He stuffs his hands with greed, and never bears a thought for those whos lives shall never lead. He smiles a smile of hatred and blinks away the guilt, he epitomises what our world stands for, The Hatred on which its built.
wow... I love this. It's sad, and lonley, and true...yet beautiful and strong. It's a story about a life of learning to understand hate...and to get along with it. Nice poem. I really liked it. Full of energy. If you play, you should set this to music...you could make a great song. peace& <3
...and could just as easily be about the point we've reached in our evolution! ...and all of those things!! Great poem, though! S.
Glad you liked it guys you're both right about its subject matter. I do play guitar and harminica and sing but man its hard to put it to music
