I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart.
I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart.
You can lay down and die, or you can get up and fight, but that's it - there's no turning back.
But thousands of people march to my songs, some just ignore me and shuffle along, some other tip me, hah, and sometimes they sing right along.
Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away and every ounce of energy you try to give away as the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.
I wear carefully faded designer jeans and I once met Marlon Brando and I even bought a drink for the Aga Khan but he would not shake my hand.
So what becomes of you my love when they have finally stripped you of the handbags and the glad rags that your Granddad had to sweat so you could buy.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories