“Closing Theme (Lamp Post)”

Does the lamppost slowly turning
In the window that’s concerning
Re-evaluation for the sake of man
Carry news of broken weather
Which reveals the shallow gesture
Of ovations carved from mountains made of sand?

Low line falling, the distant calling
Collection from the past don’t seem to come
Tragic dancer tries to answer, but cannot
For he plays a broken drum

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Flying, flying with time
Flying, flying with time

Distance and space
Reacting in kind
Oh, for the price
Of the wisdom sublime
And the strength to shoulder the burden

Is the tale too early spoken
To the heads that nod a token
Of appreciation based upon the sound
Or do the words mean something
To the bold ones who are jousting
In determination to unseat the crown?

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Rose thorn, forlorn
Guard the beauty’s trait
Carry your message sweet
And deliver as complete
The play’s
Unspoken line
Unspoken line
Unspoken line