“…..I’ll be on my way…..”

She knew it was coming,

The sun was sinking in the west

Probably her last, it better be the best

From somewhere in that room, The Beatles play,

As the June light turns to moonlight I’ll be on my way 

She heard them ringing,

In a Church the sound of prayer bells

How she longed to be there, but her heart tells

It was forbidden, why, she would never understand

She only did what many did to her, but they were not banned

She was now playing,

In her mind, the flashback of her life

Which was nothing but a never ending bitter strife

Between right and wrong, pain and pleasure, good and bad

And a wish for the moment, to live the dream that she had always had

She began singing

The songs about friends and false lovers

Who saved their love for under her blanket covers

And, would leave the following morning with a tip or two

Only to be replaced by another, just the same, yet how time flew

She was disappearing

In the darkness around her bed

She closed her eyes, the day is dead

In a corner of the room, The Beatles still play

As the June light turns to moonlight, I’ll be on my way


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the price

A shot of bullet, a merciless stab

And a world comes to an end

All it takes is a cold, stony heart

And that one fateful moment

To sweep away one universe

To destroy everything related

A thoughtless act eradicates a life

That was so thoughtfully created

Was it a right? We’ll never know

That ability to decide for others

But was it right? Definitely no

The tragedy that a lame excuse covers

The price of existence has come down to

Money, religion and the need for avenge

Blame it on the anger, pride or lust

Or simply the sweet smell of revenge!