Ragged Song

A cycle of poems «Burn My Poems!»

In the corners of the city, where the shadows play,
Echoes of the stories, they whisper and sway,
With a heart full of longing, and a soul worn thin,
I walk these broken roads, let the journey begin.

Oh, sing me a ragged song,
Where the notes are frayed and the words all feel wrong,
Let the melody carry me through the night,
In a world that feels heavy, make it light.
A ragged song, where the truth is found,
With every beat of the drum, let freedom resound.

There's a beauty in the chaos, a rhythm to the pain,
Every tear tells a story, every drop, a refrain,
We’ll dance in the twilight, let our spirits soar high,
With the weight of our burdens, we’ll reach for the sky.

Oh, sing me a ragged song,
Where the notes are frayed and the words all feel wrong,
Let the melody carry me through the night,
In a world that feels heavy, make it light.
A ragged song, where the truth is found,
With every beat of the drum, let freedom resound.

And when the dawn breaks the darkness apart,
We'll stitch back the pieces, we'll mend every heart,
In the seams of the silence, our voices will rise,
Like a phoenix from ashes, we’ll light up the skies.

Oh, sing me a ragged song,
Where the notes are frayed and the words all feel wrong,
Let the melody carry me through the night,
In a world that feels heavy, make it light.
A ragged song, where the truth is found,
With every beat of the drum, let freedom resound.

So here’s to the dreamers, the lost and the free,
With our ragged song echoing endlessly,
In the tapestry of life, may we always belong,
Together we’ll weave our own ragged song.