That Violin

That Violin

That violin’s been playing too long,
That boring screechy mournful song,
Those diamonds have lost their shine,
You’ve lost yours and I’ve lost mine,

That fire’s not quite burnt out,
It’s all kept safely in your eyes.
There’s sparkles all about
That shimmer I despise
Lies hidden and dies.

That violin’s all drained of sound now,
The player’s dead and in the ground now,
No-one played at his wake,
Reputation was at stake.

That fire’s not quite burnt out,
It’s all kept safely in those eyes,
There’s money all about,
That greed we all despise,
Lies with him and dies.

That violin lies unused on the corner of my street,
Broken strings and broken heart misses every beat,
That 50p I threw in his hat
Every day and that was that.

That fire’s not quite burnt out,
It’s kept safely in those eyes,
There’s regret all about,
Feelings I despise,
Remorse never dies.