What would the rains convey
If they had something to say
To me in the middle of the night
When all is dark and all is quiet?
…
Will they force themselves away from the clouds
And let themselves flow down and out
Into the lonely hearts of stranded creatures
While transforming them and their features?
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Have they whispered something to me
Which may have already been passed?
Should I now go and turn back the clock
Or wait for nature to unlock?
Month: June 2016
Hold On To Your Freedom
In a factory where dreams are made
To be broken or to fade
Away when they are played
Out
In a mill which is running still
Far away against my will
And the men, they fill
It with doubt
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
…
I may be a tiny bird
But trust me now and my words
I know that I have erred
Once or twice
Do you have a heart to pardon
All that which should be forgotten
All that is to be undone
In your eyes
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
…
Every word rings out louder
Than a royal queen prouder
Than all the pawns around her
In a parade
Hush it away for the last
Time and try to get it past
Your mind before it casts
A shade
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
Freedom
Pitter-patter
The window makes a hideous sound
Pitter-patter
I never liked the rain come down
Pitter-patter
…
The sound of feet running for cover
Pitter-patter
Drops of rain like tears fall all over
Pitter-patter
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It falls down so heavily on me
Pitter-patter
My tears are lost on thee
Pitter-patter
…
The window makes a hideous sound
Pitter-patter
I never liked the rain come down
Pitter-patter
Into The Depths Of Mind
Is that a devil on my left shoulder?
And an angel on my right?
One is guiding me in to the dark
The other; in to the light
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One path seems so straight and smooth
The other; so tough
All the verses of yesterday
Are just ain’t enough
…
One whispers words which I want to hear
The other; need
One is waiting to tie me up in chains
The other wants me freed
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If a choice had to be made
Between the two ears
Would I be listening to my right
Or giving in to my fears?
Death. Death, Won’t You Come Here?
Death. Death, won’t you come here?
I am searching for a friend
Meet me halfway if you can
Do not wait till the end
Death Thinks I Fear Her
Death thinks I fear her
She makes for a sorry sight
Won’t be trembling at the sight of her
I am ready for a fight
All the darkness inside her
Will seek to extinguish my light
She ain’t familiar with my stubbornness
My heart’s will or my soul’s might
I will give in to her someday
When Sun is out or Moon is bright
When the stars call out my name
When I know the time is right
Mary
All the mad people in the world have gathered in one place
Loneliness is next to me while Depression is climbing the stairs
That leads you to two fancy bedrooms, studded with diamonds and jewels
The estate agent sold me, every little thing in pairs
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Two red roses blooming in a tiny pot
And another pot of the same identity is what I have got
A couple of paintings hanging on opposite walls
And studied in awe by two artists, dressed up like pretty dolls
And they go by the name of Hunger and Thirst
One looks like another; the other like the first
If it was a mirror or an illusion, I’d shatter it right away
But one window shows me the dark of night; the other light of day
Then there’s Anger and Bitterness staring into the distance
Lost in thoughts of Hatred and lack of social acceptance
And so many more pairs that I had never previously known
And so many more couples with whom I must have grown
But the estate agent, for one little problem, I am planning to sue
There’s just one of me here and there’s none of you
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All the mad people in the world have gathered in one place
Wonder if that is why the estate agent was laughing in my face
If God Lived Amongst Us
If God lived amongst us
Like a fellow human does
Would we hail Him so highly
Knowing He is one of us?
I Wish I Could Sing
I wish I could sing
For my fellow men
And touch their hearts
Again and again
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Fill their stomachs with my voice
Where there should be food
And though it may not be enough
It may atleast sound good
And play a soulful melody
For all the children who weep
And not stop until
I know they are fast asleep
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I wish I could sing
For my fellow men
And touch their hearts
Again and again
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There are homeless people out there
With not a place to stay
Music may not be their shelter
But it will surely make their day
Then there are those who are sick and injured
And going through a lot of pain
I’ll sing my songs to heal them
And I’ll sing them once again
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I wish I could sing
For my fellow men
And touch their hearts
Again and again
Let Us Wage A War
Let us wage a war
And bring years of civilisation down
Let us turn our men into criminals
And call them heroes of the town
…
Let us wage a war
And tear all the happy families apart
Let them pay a heavy price for
A game that we will start
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Let us wage a war
And watch millions of people die
And if we don’t win at first
We’d give it another try
Frank Solanki 