Category : Poems

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Sing them a song that tells my story 
but with a broken piano to get it just right 
And use an old guitar with torn string covered in dust to capture my light 
sit on a log around the campfire that has been blown to smoke by the strong winds 
And don't forget the drums, that broken shield to remind them what I use for my defense And when you sing my song, Cry as you do it 
I want them to feel the words as if they went through it 
Here is a music box of set the tone 
This is once beautiful long time ago 
Let this song tear them to bits 
Rip them to shreds and give the last kiss. 
And use my bones to play it all on 
As the credits roll you can hear my song 
I want them to dream of these words to shake their flesh like a dirty rug 
and crush their chest 
So sing them a song that tells my story but with the broken piano to get it just right...