The Rose

a note from the editor: I'm not sure if this has already been posted somewhere but I will risk it because I want this to be out there for people to read





The Rose

I am singing along and never alone I crave you in the red, need your support in the blue, and the strength is mine alone, mine and lonely, red faced shame craves company I’m longing for their songs so long ago but when they are gone, they’re gone for ever blue I go on singing you ...my shame, my sorrow… Its my song alone…no more bang… no gong, beg for you -beat on the drums. Bang Gong. I strum along, feeling it, red and blue bleeding sound and sorrow to drown out my - and out and out and out loud, in blood red and blue our hearts beat loudly and I sing my song- for you and it goes on- Bang Gong- and on, and into red and blue, I am a true blue brother- loyal to the rhythm, the song and I’m loyal to the strings pulling me playing me, I’m singing, see?- reds and blues are we lonely- to the guitar is blue I’m dressed in red and blue- dressed in red and blue….chorus limbs on upward red swelling scales bang gong- plucking these strings to the blue- the BLUE. Then gong… so loudly…. bang gong, the peeling bells ring singing out and calling you, Redly rung my reeling sister sung- My sister blue- your so psychological…My blue, broken hearted girl- BANG on my GONG pull your hair back- I wanna see your eyes- so blue so deep… so lock your eyes with me don’t wait…I want to sing, but there is no sign no sorrow no doves my love I’m red I am so blue- red and blue red and blue and still we Sing it out- So here it is…red- the thing is this(red and blue) that In the end, (red blue)In the end, (red blue)I am alone, Bang it bang it drown it out in the song I will always sing along –BLUE- but we don’t have to stay here so true Bang Gong sing this song, we don’t have to belong, we don’t have to stay here- alone and lonely- in the red and in the blue.

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