Bored Song

by sraguna

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

This is my bored song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea

My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
to carry you to me.

Is love for the game alive?
Is love alive?
Is love

They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
or so I have been told.

They say we’re buried far,
just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love for the game alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my bored song.
December never felt so wrong,
cause your’e not where you belong;
inside my pages.

bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
and life will find a way.

Ill be your harvester of light
and send it out tonight
so we can start again.

As sung an anthropomorphized BCC! (the entity) to the unwashed masses & with apologies to Ingrid Michaelson