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Little Drummer Boy
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Little Drummer Boy |
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Freely_expressing Member
since 2008-10-16
Posts 69NSW, Australia |
Ever over hills I roam A broken clockwork toy Clutching the wooden heart I own I am the drummer boy Up and down and up again My gears grind slowly on Chorus lost with the refrain The tune I knew is gone My drum beats randomly Out of rhythm with my step As if some thought distracts me In my little wooden head Somehow I can wonder -Confusing in itself- Why my maker lets me blunder Why I don’t sit on his shelf When my drumming is so jerky Why am I allowed to play? Unlike most things that aren’t working Neither fixed nor put away Quite often he will find me Mostly just before a hill He’ll tune me then rewind me That's why I'm marching still I promise to keep tune each time To march on strong and true But just like that elusive rhyme I never do come through I would ask why I’m broken Why he can’t replace my parts But I have this fear, unspoken That he’d ask me for my heart That he’d take away the things in there The things I think I need He’d take them out, strip me bare I feel safer marching free Perhaps one day I will be brave And ask him what it takes Give up all the things I crave All those things that break For now I hold them all in close Except maybe one or two Confused about what I need most I soon forget the tune So ever over hills I roam This broken clockwork toy Still clutching to this heart I own I am the drummer boy |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This is quite beautiful, dear Ben, I enjoyed reading it. And to some extent we certainly can all relate to your Drummer Boy. Love and Peace. Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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