I played my life between the notes
on the trail of a wayward tune
I sailed a course by burned out boats
and sought the dark side of the moon
I tumbled like a loaded dice
beyond the hand, beyond the heart
Then had to wait to pay the price,
to reach the end to make a start
I sprinted forward from the past;
I burnt the leaves, I burnt the blooms
And rushing faster soon was last
and hid alone in crowded rooms
I danced the dance of broken wings
to the tune of summertime gone
Down where the wall of water sings
and the Raven high goes gliding on
I tried a little camouflage,
I circled wagons all around
And fanned the flames to burn the badge
then walked the ash as hallowed ground
And no, it’s true, she didn’t wait
but in her eyes a flash of light
Which I remembered slightly late
was proof that destiny was right:
My course was out, my song was wrong
and all I ran from chased me down
As I grew weak and it grew strong
and all my ghosts came gath’ring round
I danced the dance of broken wings
to the tune of summertime gone
Down where the wall of water sings
and the Raven high goes gliding on
And all the while I thought of me
as millions walked the walk of shame
As King was murdered for a dream
and brave Mandela lay in chains
I dreamed abandoned glory scenes;
saw broken bonds cast on the floor
And folly bursting at the seams,
and time come mocking to the door
To take me back to winter nights,
a certain creaking window frame
and walls I’d built against those heights,
against the mention of your name
I danced the dance of broken wings
to the tune of summertime gone
Down where the wall of water sings
and the Raven high goes gliding on
And so I tumbled here where words
Between the notes of minor chords
still echo where no moonlight falls
in empty rooms and empty halls
(02 05 09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem