Fleet

A young man sits alone
on his front stoop.
His life had turned
to a long and lonely loop.
He was always stuck at
another’s beck and call.
At night so angry
he sends his fist straight
through the wall.
A girl walks by and sees him
sitting there. The painful look
in his bright reddish eyes,
made her slowly
start to care.
She tells him to open up those
airwaves in his heart.
There’s a chorus somewhere
building up about to start.
There’s never a need to
worry about the next day.
When it comes to trouble
it always seem to find a way.
Don’t ever look back at the city
falling down. We’ll rebuild it all
and leave out all the broken crowns.
Light up insects hover all around,
and as they fade out you can hear
the sound.