LOST CHARACTER AND OLD SIX STRINGS

LOST CHARACTER AND OLD SIX STRINGS

Another shift in the plot of a play

But the character still struggles to find himself lost

Into the ever deepening retrospection

Somewhere in the landscape long forgotten

He has an entire ocean of tears

Bottled up in his hands

And a single stick of unburnt cigarette is all he owns

To save himself from drowning tonight

 A broken music comes out from far away

He looks at across the street

Underneath the bright ball in the open sky

Was a beautiful face with so many deaden hearts

Hung up in the six strings.

Oh, it ain’t a beautiful face what a lost character needs!

Oh, it ain’t a living heart that a lost character needs!

It’s only only the old six strings,

Somebody hand him please.