Yesterday I was sitting in the backyard with the girls and decided I wanted to write a fictional song from the perspective of an inanimate object; in this case, a fence. So here's what I came up with...
Fences
(c) 2011 Ross Christopher
You've built me for isolation,
Insulation, desolation, and instigation
We've held in our secret nights
And out our eventual fights
From me, you're half-spoken,
Never listened,
Judged in whispers,
And gotten bitter
You call me fences
You call me six-foot privacy
But I am speechless
And all I do is see
(c) 2011 Ross Christopher
You've built me for isolation,
Insulation, desolation, and instigation
We've held in our secret nights
And out our eventual fights
From me, you're half-spoken,
Never listened,
Judged in whispers,
And gotten bitter
You call me fences
You call me six-foot privacy
But I am speechless
And all I do is see
Peace,
Ross
Ross
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