Where would you turn up a song?
Like Baby on the sea.
Except the sky is black today-
Baby’s eye transfixed on me.
I pity what knows the sun once a day.
Like the well that is dry.
Unlike Baby’s black-coal iris...
the well cannot cry.
Where would you turn up a song?
Like Baby on the land.
Bending protectors everywhere-
always lend Baby their hand.
I pity what knows the sense in hate.
Like Angel with one beat.
Unlike Baby, who always looks up,
Angel sees only feet.
Where would you turn up a song?
Like Baby on the sky.
Night and day would always pass
Baby’s one black eye.
Where would you turn up a song?
(Just an odd poem... I wrote, lol.)
