Lonely Instruments

By Tim S Poma

Just as the guitar gets lonely
When it is the only
It finds it comfort
Behind a bass and drum
And the microphone clinched tightly
Under thumb
Just as a heart beat grows lonely
When it feels like the only
We return to the start
To get a glimpse of the sun
Just a spark
But when it comes together
There is a sound of familiarity
Basted in the Glory of clarity
We are drenched in the idea of creativity
And there is no need to sun in the negativity
Its time to bring together the positivity
As our dusty lonely instruments
We start to tune
To the sound of the resistance
For the truth echoing on threw


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