Bus Stop Benches

Don't stop the music
let it bump through all eternity
blaring through small speakers
as the words echo in my ear drums

don't stop the message
as it bounces off the mind
twisting through old memories
of faces that once meant something

listen to the lyrics
of mortal angels on earth
telling their sad tales
so that our hearts may heal

at bus stop benches
I do sit and ponder
the meaning behind many
memories that refuse to leave

those eyes they follow me
that laugh still rings inside
the hug that use to set me free
days that seemed to stretch forever

life is rough, and we all must learn
to laugh, love, learn, and live
through the music
as it pounds across the pavement

sitting and wishing
that the turns in the road
had come at us sooner
or maybe later, when we were wiser

the singing continues
as the strings of my mind
keep melding together
to such perfect musical notes