Since my favoured area of Creative Writing is song lyrics, I thought I'd post one of the first songs I ever wrote, a recording of which can be found here.
Strings
The beauty of no dialogue in a movie
When the strings can speak for the sad scene
Better than their lips can stutter out.
The way the lover cried over the gurney,
The day the mother let go of her baby
When she grew too old for her.
Nothing says I love you more than harps and violins.
And what better way to make me cry
Than listen to the way you sing to me so sweetly?
The lullaby Daddy sang to the baby,
The woeful cries of the choir in the cemetery
When he had to say goodbye.
And oh, how they always say “That poor boy was only young.”
And Daddy always blames himself for not hiding the gun...
Well, nothing says I’m sorry more than the sound of weeping strings.
What better way to say goodbye
Than listen to the congregation sing you free?
Nothing says I love you more than harps and violins.
What better way to make me cry than listen to the way you sing so sweetly?
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