Day Breaks......
but it can never break me
cause my life is full of possibilities
Sun comes up and so do I
My muse is calling me
to let my soul fly..yyyy
Beyond the POP, PULP, CRAP,
they broadcast live
and so I must comply
must comply
Back porch, sunrise,
cup of warm Java,
and an ovation guitar,
fingers strumming down
as the sun rises up,
song being birthed
from the sound hole,
vocals echoing
across back fields,.....
Where butterflies
began to dance,
and birds chirp songs
over another day, another chance
at thier live's so brief,
snd I have nothing to fret
this mourn but the strings
My fingers pressing harmony
with natures melodies
played out all around me.
in act one of a new day.
Day Breaks
but it can't break me!
I perceive the world
as a tightly strung instrument,
that must be gently stroked,
as we compose our lives
in concert with others around us,
there will be discordance,
many sharp and flat moments,
but the song will go on,
long after our vocal chords
are but dust and bone.
dust and bone
Day breaks
Night Falls
and we are left
to pick up the pieces.
Back porch, sunrise,
cup of warm Java,
and My ovation guitar,
and I'm at it again
Day breaks but
it won't break me...
It won't break me!
My solo's unplugged
and I'm getting High!!
Stellar music composed
& Played by On The Lily-(c)-2020
Vocals & Lyrics By-
Matthew F. Blowers III -(c)-202
Image by Ulrike Leone from Pixabay
