Copyright 1994 C.E.
Wordcount 204
Story #1
Voice so high, about to fall
Tried to speak with dignity without a flaw
Can’t find the words, euphoria’s low
Borrowed some time, took a blow
In front of all, pale in the face
Meaning to end this mighty disgrace
Chorus
Composure of a Speech
This paper’s but a leech
All is lost
Personal holocaust
Composure of a Speech
Lost in fright, once had a need
This is worthless now, died with a deed
Slipping away, about to flip
This stool’s about to tip
Heart cries out, loss of all pride
Just bombed, at least tried
Can’t breath, could just die
Chorus
“The teacher will push me . . . to volunteer . . .
and I’ll say ‘ok’ . . . read my lips . . .
I don’t know what I’m doing.”
No hope left or can be found
This is no lie, no way to be proud
Received no reprieve, a failed pioneer
Broke new ground with a lost frontier
No ideas left, cannot get by
Many will laugh and ask “why”?
No solution to be found,
The answer’s in that pie
Voice so high, about to fall
Tried to speak with dignity without a flaw
Can’t find the words, euphoria’s low
Borrowed some time, took a blow
Chorus repeat twice
So lost
