Just something I was aimlessly jotting in between mundane stressful work...I'm not sure where it came from but for the first time I like the sound of what I wrote:) ..rather grim but I think it's the tune which grew on me..always wanted to write a song and I feel this comes closest to it...=)
Any singers /composers out there wanna give it a try at strings? ;)lol..
Yayy..TGIF!
He came in early
To be somebody that day,
Looked around, took his seat
And everyday it went the same way..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
He wanted to sail on sea
But only got till the moat..
Worked his papers
Played his guitar at lunch,
Amused himself, and his colleagues
With only a tattered ego to munch..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
Always ran a happy face
But a constant lump in his throat..
He looked the same each day
Wore his moods in clothes,
Blue on most days, green when better
Orange and red were shades to loathe..
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
Kept many warm for the winter
The one with holes, was his own coat..
Packed his bag, like usual
Walked back home to the cold,
Smiled at the lady next door
She loved him, but never told...
He was not a bad guy
Just had no luck on his boat,
And the little he had, he threw it ashore
To keep himself afloat..
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