High SpiritsMature

When I was high,

High on the top of the world,

I could gaze around and all I saw

Was a slice of heaven just for me.

 

Everybody used to cheer my name,

Got a golden plaque, hall of fame,

Now I reside in the ground,

Fallen from grace, all in disgrace.

 

Like a bad memory,

I was left behind, forgotten.

A stain in the rain,

Left to wash off the pavement.

As time ticks on by,

I know these passing ages

Will leave me in the cold,

To miss the top of the world.

 

Under the lazy light,

Thick fog, blinding eyes,

Sits an old man crying,

Woke up from a golden dream.

 

I would walk down the street,

Listen to those that called my name.

Now what I used to be

Lies in a book burning in silence.

 

The coming storm from darkness

Brings word of who I am.

People looking for my head

To be a-top a silver spike.

As time ticks on by,

I know these passing ages

Will leave me in the cold,

To miss the top of the world.

 

If only I got a choice,

Make a bid to be noticed.

Be the man of town,

Perform for stages packed full.

 

My voice raised the hopes,

Swept away all the anger.

Now it brings bitterness,

And hatred for the man I am.

 

Fearful I have become

As men close around me.

Every available door

Has been shut on me, don’t have a key.

 

Locked out for eternity,

Withering alone it always has,

Always has been this way…

I don’t wanna live today.

 

Like a bad memory,

I was left behind, forgotten.

A stain in the rain,

Left to wash off the pavement.

As time ticks on by,

I know these passing ages

Will leave me in the cold,

To miss the top of the world.

 

The coming storm from darkness

Brings word of what I am.

I will give up my head

To be a-top a silver spike.

Time just keeps ticking by,

Now these ages have gone,

Gone so far away.

I miss the top of the world.

The End

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