"Jacksons Cafe"

I found myself in silent meditation
Never really knowing I was lost
Turning over every great decision
Sensory deprived I weighed the cost
Interrupting reverie and mind set
A melody came through as if a dream
Drifting past the drywall in the morning
Splitting down a thirty two year seam
Sitting in the gutter by the café - Corner stone Jackson and Thirteenth
Lifted by a voice that says you will
Music was the heart I could hold on to - A pedestal to stand and see the world
Foundation of a song that haunts me still

On the lonesome frontier of my youth
Hours spent immersed inside the sound
In that simple melody sprang hopeful
Wonder at the secrets I had found
Seek to add my voice into the chaos
If only those I loved would just believe
Desperate dreams starving for attention
Die a lonely death and no one grieves
Standing on the sidewalk by the café - Dusty corner Jackson and Thirteenth
Transformed by a voice that says you will
Music was the soul of what I needed - A pedestal to stand and see the world
Beginning of a song that haunts me still
Life was moving faster than the seasons
Doubled pace each time I turn around
Newer roads to run and borrowed visions
Plastered up the souls forgotten sound
Distracted by the rapid changing pictures
From evil ones who own the nations soul
Music interrupting meditation
Finally stops the battle for control
Living in the shadow of the café - Hallowed corner Jackson and Thirteenth
Echoes of a voice that says you will
Changing hearts and minds given the time - A pedestal to stand and see my soul
Turning of a world that haunts me still




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