Chained to a Heart Shaped Moon

Chained to a Heart Shaped Moon

A soul that has no vision

Is not really a soul at all

And everything it builds

In the end will surely fall

Chained to a heart shaped moon

Don’t need walking shoes

Imagination to get around

And carry on this tune

Don’t take credit, don’t need cash

There is no five and dime

But they still line up in the streets

Cause all they’ve got is time

There is no place to go

Chained to a heart shaped moon

Bags, whistles and rowing boats

We carry on this tune

It’s hidden deep inside the words

Buried in the pain

Our roller coaster wheels on fire

But still we’re glad we came.

© 3/27/1998, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry