Knowing full well, it would
Cause the eyes inside to leak.
Once confident and strong as redwood
Now timid and meek, weak as a wet leek.
Praying sweet words-
Flying them to heaven
Like nightingale birds
Poetry, as the soul starts to die
Art, as the pressure critics - apply
Seems to be
The only solace
The betrayed can see.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker