Male Lament
I wrote the world a song
and now I’m crying
trying to understand
how the sky was so blue
and the clouds stayed white so long
and the trees were so green and
brown and why
they won’t let me sing
my own song
trying to understand
how the haste of the six-lane highway
became the waste of the trees and the clouds
and the sky and why
I can’t find peace
or love this way
trying to understand
why I wrote the world a song
and now it’s dying
I’m crying
trying to understand
