Dream Poem 26: Screaming from the Roof.

To be sung to the psalm tone tune; ‘I will sing to the Lord Glorious His triumph’

Response:
I will stand on the roof, Screaming in the wind.

The car goes speeding on before me
I stand helpless on the roof
I am always standing, hair streaming in the wind
The wind carries my voice there is no sound
How can I help from crying out?

Response:
I will stand on the roof, Screaming in the wind.

As the miles flow under the wheels I stand always in the wind
Miles and miles slip by and my purpose is foiled
My words are lost as soon as I utter them
My voice failed within my mouth I am mute before the world.

Response:
I will stand on the roof, Screaming in the wind.

The post-it notes on sign posts in orange yellow and green
Many layer on layer covering the signpost
The direction cannot be read nor the post-its
Indecipherable signs and instructions bar my way.

Response:
I will stand on the roof, Screaming in the wind.






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