Abstract: New Songs
When did I forget how to sing the songs of my soul,
to treasure my lyrics and the price I paid to sing them?
Why would I trade my call for a blanket,
and my gifts for soup?
How long will I sing this song?
The song of a dreamer, but not a doer.
I want to belt out new tunes,
of victory and triumph and praise.
It’s time I moved on, off into the working man’s delight,
and the obscurity of the grind.
