Above the Noise
Above the noise, below the toys
I see beyond horizons
Inside my head, the background's red
I try to keep the lights on
While purple haze goes on for days
the rhyme's the first to go
I watch TV and drink green tea
to await the best-of-show
The talk of war outside my door
will never cause me harm
but feed the poor and you're a whore
Forget you bought the farm
I've always seen the world between
a rock and the place of hard
Rewind to the start, refuse to lose heart,
and rely on the mind of the bard
Billy Radd
Asheville
