Wordplay Thursday #227

Welcome to Wordplay Thursday!

Here’s a line to get you started. Feel free to use it to start off YOUR song.  It could be the first line of your song, or not.  Feel free to change the line up some.  Whatever gets you going!

“The rain fell steady as…”

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Brent

5 thoughts on “Wordplay Thursday #227”

  1. The rain fell steadily
    As she sat there next to me
    I was her guy and she was my girl
    Alone, with that quiet curtain, from the outside world

  2. The rain fell steady
    As he walked down to the jetty
    Feeling heavier than the rain that fell
    He saw her yesterday,
    but she turned the other way
    She couldn’t care how he felt

  3. The rain fell steady as time passed by
    Like angel teardrops falling from the sky
    To feed the rivers of life on this old earth
    The rain fell steady as I grasp these words

    The rain fell steady as life pressed on
    I heard Angel voices singing the songs
    Love Lifted Me, Old Rugged Cross
    The rain fell steady as I thought

  4. Herewith some words

    42nd Street

    On a rainy day
    lights flashing everywhere
    cars running away
    I fall like a drunk
    on the street of nowhere

    I saw my face on the pavement
    moribund
    at 42nd street

    I walked for days and months
    begging and freezing
    weak and trembling
    like a leaf on the Autumn’s tree

    I saw my face on the pavement
    moribund
    at 42nd street

    I meant to be
    under the light of the sky
    but skyscappers shadowed my life
    my wounds were made
    of stone and steel
    I was nothing
    but a rampant misery

    I saw my face on the pavement
    moribund
    at 42nd street

    No one bent to help
    people like years went by
    under the rain
    that cries for me
    I closed my eyes for ever

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