ENGRAVER By Tom Jensen
Yes it’s true…I engrave ‘beware’ and ‘danger’
On all jewels that were forged in anger
As they have lost all worth and value
When not wrought in self-control
To think that anyone ever thought
That your love could be bought
Or believed that one’s true treasure
Could really be measured in gold
I used to write about what was right
Now I write about what is wrong
I used to cry myself asleep at night
But now I sigh for my troubled mind…
For I find that I rarely sleep at all
I must say I feel like I hit a wall
I’ve been doing all I can on my end
To try to save myself from a fall
I know that sometimes I get upset
And I certainly feel sad sometimes
Especially when my best friend
Says that they’ve come to find:
That they used to be a dreamer
But now the dream was gone…
Found themselves a lonely singer
Living within a world without song
Oh sure, once she used to listen
But she’s been forced to block it out
When that diamond ring didn’t glisten
She started tasting soot inside her mouth