Smoke and Mirrors

thetworegs

a bit of doodling turned into this …..
The clock strikes midnight and Jennys heading home
Peter, makes do with bus and he sits there on his alone
He’s Watching the streets fill with people as the the raindrops form to the glass
the falling beads of water race neither one cares who comes last

Life is made from mirrors and smoke
Till the image hits the floor like a mirror and gets broke
Like the stamp on letter that would never arrived
Like a war without sorrow where the dead are alive
Like a politician who Told the truth just to tell more lies

Henry sat on his settee up there in his high rise flat
He was 54 years old he was unhappy and very fat
No one read his note he’d written with his own fare hand
Now all the kings men can’t put Henry together again

Life is made from mirrors and smoke
Till the image hits the floor like a mirror and gets broke
Like the stamp on letter that never arrived
Like a war without sorrow where the dead are alive
Like a politician who Told the truth just to tell more lies

now, Can you really believe whats there in front of you
Can you really believe what you feel is real
Can you really believe today in anything
When the truth you see
around you
is so surreal
When the truth thats made
is to hurt not heal

BREAK

Jenny’s finding it hard to bring her children up
Their father died from an overdose of that overprescribed drug
The ghetto is littered with bodies but no-one seems to care
She goes to the cupboard but its always bare

Life is made from mirrors and smoke
Where The image hit the floor like a mirror and then it broke
Like the stamp on letter that would never arrived
Like a war without sorrow where the dead are alive
Like a politician who Told the truth just to tell more lies

Sarah went to the concert with her crew of two
she”d waited since Christmas for this day to come true
It was a beautiful day ooh how the sun blazed away
Then a Flash for light and Sarah was taken away

Life is made from mirrors and smoke
Till the image hits the floor like a mirror and gets broke
Like the stamp on letter that never arrived
Like a war without sorrow where the dead are alive
Like a politician who Told the truth just to tell more lies