Another Love Story
Tales of the people and aspirations we fall in love with, and which drive us to quest for fulfillment of our desires, for better or for worse
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VERSE 1
This life’s a funny thing sometimes
Said the boy with the dreams and tears in his eyes.
And that broken down baby grand that played out of tune
Matched the melancholy ambiance pervading the room
As he sat down to plunk out notes that he did dread
Only ever sounded right inside his own head.
His ambition could not afford him his own keyboard.
So in this sad spot, he carried on practicing his chords.
Your hand’s not worth a damn unless you actually lay it
Said the boy with the broke toy as he happily played it.
And I intend to play out with what I’ve been given
Said the boy who believed because he was driven.
CHORUS
Tell me none of this is real.
That nothing like this really ever happens.
And we’re all just losing our minds
Like they’re going out of fashion.
Tell me that love never hurts
When the struggles make you realize what it’s worth.
And you wouldn’t be crazy enough to search the whole world over just to find it.
VERSE 2
In a vision, he remembers, many moons ago,
He held the love of his life in his arms, swore he’d never let go.
She smiled at him and said now she believed in miracles
Cuz she knew God had just granted her an angel.
And in crystalized tears of joy encrusted upon her lashes,
He saw all he ever wanted to believe within himself.
But he wakes in a sweat, the memory soon passes.
His love, a thief, stole his belief, hid it with stealth.
In the middle of the night, he’s left alone to cry.
Till sunrise when he once again puts on a strong face.
The poor broken boy’s beautiful façade.
Hey.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
This life’s a funny thing sometimes.
Said the boy with the dreams and tears in his eyes.
And that harlequin smirk he masqueraded as a smile
As he sat to chat with a pretty little girl for a long while.
He lit a fire in her eyes, but he never could tell.
He was jaded, enervated, but she believed in him so well.
His beauty, she thought, lay in the way that he could play
The hell out of anything he was given.
If something lights a spark in you, he said, don’t let it go.
Because passion’s our reason for livin’.
She aspired to be like he who’d taught her to believe,
You can do anything when you’re
Driven.
© Pamela Belitch 2019
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