False Tunes
In the noise of noble orchestra
I can't hear a single song
What's the point in arguing
With one who's never wrong?
So drown red roses in a vase
Put golden ball and chain around my neck
A prisoner you can't bring back
For they're not free to leave
Go, hurry to count my angels
And put price tags on their feet
Saving up for an alibi
For next time trust will sound retreat
Everything changes and so does fear
Of both leaving you and staying near
The tighter my corners are getting,
The wider appears the rest of the world
"Put price tags on the angels feet"!!Fantastic!!!
Anyway from the entire poem the end catch my spirit searching for something else... a tune called freedom!