LYRIC FOR SALE

By Adonis Mello

If I die here
Nobody will claim my body
Nobody will sing my life
Nobody will fly the kite
That was given to the child
When he was alone
If I die here
There won’t be any birds
Just a good old shovel
Cutting through the dirt

If I die here
Nobody will shed a tear
Nobody will ever hear
No memories to recount
If I die here
There won’t be any food
No comfort, no relief
No pain that can be soothed

If I die here
The city will be troubled
With a minor inconvenience
Tracing where I’ve been
To find my next to kin
If I die here
Nobody will ever notice
Like nobody ever did
How lonely I have been



But I won‘t die here
I will disappoint my demons
I will starve them all to death
Maybe lock’em up instead
Because I won’t die here
I will last another season
I will take another breath
And change the end of Macbeth

I won’t die here
Tomorrow will come again
Tomorrow will come again
Like a story that never ends
Tomorrow will come again
Tomorrow will come… again