What good is a heart,if it is always getting broken
I need to get stronger,so my heartbeat will last
longer.
My heart is vunderable to all sorts of pain and
trouble.
It has been broken time and time again.
It cant be mended cant be fixed.
My heart is thumping,pumping the blood through
my veins.
My emotions and feeling travel with the blood.
It enters my brain,I feel just the same.
What good is a brain,if it just sits inside my head
It sits there dormant,like its dead.
I am waiting for a brainwave
I guess there is no surf today.
I sit and listen,ive got nothing to say.
Come on brain wake up,cant you think of any
words.
One at a time,until they form a sentence.
A few sentences,a phrase or two
I am talking,just you and me.
What good are my arms,if I cant keep people
at bay.
I use both arms,and push them all away.
Just like my heart my arms can be broken.
Put my heart in plaster,my arms in a sling
Just like a bird with a broken wing.
I cant fly away,just jump around sort of
flapping.
I have come to realise that the audience
has stopped clapping.
The audience is silent,they have all gone away.
The audience now only exists inside my dormant brain
They are just a memory,a fragment from my past.
What good are my legs,if I cant run away
Run from my past,run to the future.
What does the future hold,well nobody knows
My legs hold me steady,keep me balanced
straight and tall,so I don’t fall.
What good are my legs,if I cant do some kicking
Every now and then I just want to cut loose.
It feels real good,finger licking
Just like a piece of chicken.
But just like my heart and arms,my legs can be
broken.
Put my heart in plaster,my arm in a sling
My legs are in traction,out of action.
As I lie in my hospital bed,my sort of moved
just a fraction.
I remember the time in my life,when everything
was fun and action
So I count down the days to when I am finally released
10 weeks of blinking,thinking,blinking,thinking.
My brain is finally starting to think.
So I take the plaster from my heart
remove the sling from my arm
My legs are out of traction.
So I walk out into the big,bad world
I new lease on life,a new skip in my step.
A new pip in my pep.
So I take look around,the sun is shining
The beer is cold
So put those bad thoughts on hold.