Roger Bewman - Cambridge Blues

I could walk but I couldn't see
all those people running to be free.
When the sky turns to blue
I'll decide what to do with you,

and the tears inside my mind,
broken years I cannot simply rhyme.
Since the ink's inside to pen
I'll use it up and pray that someday... I may

see my whole life flow away.
There's something more I need to say:
"Now it's time to leave the scene,
otherwise I may be seen on screen."

Close your eyes, here have a dream,
let your joy blend with your primal scream.
Ways I crossed, ways I passed,
but now I'm thinking of my play's cast... at last.

I'll walk around and make some noise,
make some sense out of my life's choice.
There is nothing left to do,
but make the fire blow through me and you.

Wonders of dark crying clouds,
echoes pulsing by my mind sounds.
Battle cans in civil wars,
separate allies from our foes... who knows?

Suffocating by those blues,
never mind the grinning lonely fools.
Riddles baffled in remorse;
soon the knight will ride his horse… with force.

In the fields of love and hate
I've been trying to find my life's betrayed fate.
Trembling feet and naked fear,
memories reflecting on my beer... I'm here!

Roger Bewman

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