When I was born
And they cut the cord
To chain me to another one
I asked for how long
And he replied
The man in white
You’re sentenced
Sentenced to life
Oh music
How you catch me again and again
When I fall and
Thought it would end
So beautifully every violin
Weaves a net for me
To save from all harm
A land wavy
Of soft strings
When the muse sings
I don’t even call it charm
When I was born
And they cut the cord
To chain me to another one
I asked for how long
And he replied
The man in white
You’re sentenced
Sentenced to life
Oh music
How you catch me again and again
When I fall and
Thought it would end
So beautifully every violin
Weaves a net for me
To save from all harm
A land wavy
Of soft strings
When the muse sings
I don’t even call it charm
Open gaze to the universe,
Open mind shift like words and verse.
It set our song from start of life,
And face beyond the future rife.
Walk on two, graze to stand the worse
Open mind shift like words and verse.
The youth shall gaze to which the world,
And learn to seek where darkness hurled.
Bare between beyond basket breath,
Dare demands duty delve don death
Open mind shift like words and verse,
That soon may crawl that seep like curse
Yet here they face that cannot know,
The breach that tend of distant glow.
A deed of worth, constrict and pursed
Open mind shift like words and verse.
The Ballad of Davy Jones by Emirichan317, literature
Literature
The Ballad of Davy Jones
Sailor, bound unto the tide
Left bereft of a pretty bride
Grieve beneath the murky brine
You live, and yet you're dying
Sailor, forced in waves to dwell
Pines away in a wat'ry hell
Keeps a love that none can tell
You live forever crying
Sailor, in a world apart
Left bereft of a beating heart
Ne'er again "til death do we part"
Your ties are yet still binding
Sailor, trapped beneath the sea
Deaf to captured sailors' plea
"Join and sail the depths with me
Your lives are mine forever"
Sailor bound unto the tide
Left bereft of a pretty bride
Grieve beneath the murky brine
You live, and yet you're dying.