Bored
Can't play guitar
and I can't sing.
To tell you the truth,
I'm not much good at anything.
So why am I here
singing this song?
Because I was bored
and life is long.
Yes, life is long
so very long.
An endless plain
of dust and mounds of food.
And empty shells
pass by sometimes.
And we might we laugh
or we might cry.
And in this boring
and pointless trip
we feel pain and hurt
and we get sick.
Our best friends die
then we die too
so what's the point
and what's the use?
And I cry why?
And I cry how!
I cried out then
and now I cry out now.
I understand at last!
I've got the message Lord!
My purpose was to sing this song
because when I do I'm not bored.
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