SING A SONG OF SADNESS.&
I sing a song of sadness.
My heart is full of sighs.
My head is full of questions,
And these are mostly whys.
Why, oh why, oh why am I
So choked with melancholy?
There must be many reasons why
I never quite feel jolly.
I sing my song of sadness.
There's blues in every line.
It's bordering on madness.
It's with me all the time.
I sing a song of sadness.
I sing it night and day.
If words don't come, I tend to hum.
It does not go away.
Infectious tune and catchy song,
When others venture near.
If glad at first but sad when gone,
They've caught my song, I fear.
The lyrics lay a story line
From childhood right through life.
The tale is of this life of mine,
Its troubles and its strife.
The sad song fails to tell or sing
Of laughter, mirth, and fun.
For sadness colors everything,
And every line that's sung.
Sadness and sickness we have got,
But they are not the same.
To know what is and what is not,
Look whence and where they came.
My melody of sadness
Exposes my soul forlorn.
Evolves from human badness,
And takes emotional form.
Sickness, on the other hand,
Seems physical and 'real'.
It's easier to understand,
It's not like what I 'feel'.
I've sung my song of sadness.
I've sung it loud and long.
I'm through with all this madness,
It's time for moving on.
B. Withers 2007
I sing a song of sadness.
My heart is full of sighs.
My head is full of questions,
And these are mostly whys.
Why, oh why, oh why am I
So choked with melancholy?
There must be many reasons why
I never quite feel jolly.
I sing my song of sadness.
There's blues in every line.
It's bordering on madness.
It's with me all the time.
I sing a song of sadness.
I sing it night and day.
If words don't come, I tend to hum.
It does not go away.
Infectious tune and catchy song,
When others venture near.
If glad at first but sad when gone,
They've caught my song, I fear.
The lyrics lay a story line
From childhood right through life.
The tale is of this life of mine,
Its troubles and its strife.
The sad song fails to tell or sing
Of laughter, mirth, and fun.
For sadness colors everything,
And every line that's sung.
Sadness and sickness we have got,
But they are not the same.
To know what is and what is not,
Look whence and where they came.
My melody of sadness
Exposes my soul forlorn.
Evolves from human badness,
And takes emotional form.
Sickness, on the other hand,
Seems physical and 'real'.
It's easier to understand,
It's not like what I 'feel'.
I've sung my song of sadness.
I've sung it loud and long.
I'm through with all this madness,
It's time for moving on.
B. Withers 2007