Sproat Art

Lying on unforgettable grounds

A hollow hand

With crystal colors

Buries Davey Jones sound

Under the colors we hail

Ye the treasures we behold

Lingering in myth

Across the several unfold

Gathering dust and curiosity

Only to be found by nothing

In the chaotic wonders

That fell down below

These methods are drowning are heads

The order of the world is faulting

Now it’s more

Tomorrow it’s more

It will always be more

The mother can not feed her children the same

The father can not make his family smile the same

The son can not find enough glamour to make his way

The daughter can not dream of California in her midnight drive

The corruption fills the new

Infects our lives

The war is killing

And all us people can do is stare

Please Gas Man show some charity

You have your wealth and political buy-in

Now bring the balance back

Put a stop to an existence of failure and greed

Gas Man please save the world

Gas Man you can mend

This is not our time to end.

Look at the shinning sun

Admire the dew drops on the flowers

Smell their wonders my dear

These days are short, and the time passes fast

You see my dear the beauty

Listen to the laughter

The crying and the silence

The pain and the rain

Watch for those with big hearts

The world can be a good place my dear

The world is new today my dear

Now embrace it in every new way you can today

Because believe me dear this is now a new day