Song to When the World May End?
The guitar mellow in its refrain,
sets the mood and all the feelings,
Guitarist strums his ballad well,
in a voice, without concealing.
Tones of sadness flow in the night,
as tomorrow's questioning awaits,
What will become of one and all,
that may seal all of our fates?
The balladeer, his song flows on,
a reflection, to reveal man's deeds,
asking forgiveness of humankind,
the sowing of our wrongful seeds,
High notes to low, and streaming they move,
the emotions, to approve,
a haunting memory of our past,
and those acts that we cannot remove.
The wasting away of the earthly joys,
so given by the creator to us all,
Shall it lead to our demise one day,
as from God's graces, we should fall?
the fish and fowl, the great and small,
in sadness, try to live their lives,
Should we all see sights and hear the sounds,
as each one terribly strives?
The once great trees and landscaped soils,
now wafting, as dust, upon the wind,
The blue oceans deep and creatures within,
must not be driven to their own end.
Great animals once roamed, in their homes,
those that walk, to creep and to fly,
Now to fall from their lives of mirth, to wither away,
and in misery, soon, to die.
A desperate call in the mix of his words,
and in an echo of his mellow sounds.
The guitar strings whine in a strain,
then sending a message in sharp resounds.
Who will help and lift the weight,
of the wrongful deeds of some men,
When can the world that we all once had,
on its voyage, to begin once again?
The ballad of hope is sung on and into the night,
to be carried by the breeze,
A pleading cry of the soulful kind,
in a rhyming of blues notes, to please.
A prayerful request of those who were blessed,
to live a life full of ease,
A singsong sound of the earthly bound,
and preservation of all the species.
Join in the Song of the Balladeer,
Conserve, preserve, our world, so dear!