Sad and So / We Do Remain

By Roland Trenary

Sad and So / We Do Remain

Two songs from the CD​​ Fever That Yearns​​ by Roland Trenary

 

 

White lights grow wide, ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ red lights recede,

Flare and then fade, ​​ ​​​​ so shamelessly.

Left with a hole  ​​ ​​ ​​​​ the size of a soul,

Sad and so  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ alone am I.

 

Watch the black phone, ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ heart coiled and frayed,

Spirit of stone, ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ name on display.

Granite-grey night, ​​ ​​ ​​​​ this nothing's not right.

Sad and so  ​​ ​​​​ alone am​​ I.

 

Heaven's bliss is boring  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ always,  ​​ ​​ ​​​​ evermore.

A tempting contradiction  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ I swear I've heard before.

Hellfire knows no lovers, ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ kisses fall unclaimed.

Earth is worth embracing.  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ Tell all those who remain.

 

Hymns left unsung, ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ visions unseen,

Trumpets held mute, ​​ ​​ ​​​​ gates rusted green,

No promises gold, ​​ ​​ ​​​​ salvation unsold.

Sad and so  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ alone am I.

Join me, I'm

Sad and so  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ alone.

 

 

 

We long to find  ​​​​ a comfort​​  ​​​​ that eludes us,

And seek to ease ​​ an anguished pain  ​​ ​​​​ that returns.

So we search  ​​ ​​​​ both known and unknown places

To warm the cold  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ and cool the fire​​  ​​​​ that burns.

 

So many Truths  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ are offered​​  ​​​​ ​​ on our journey,

Too many guides  ​​​​ convinced they know  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ the only way.

But when salvation’s  ​​ ​​ ​​​​ golden paths​​  ​​​​ show​​ tarnish,

Their fever-pitched​​ ​​ persuasion​​  ​​ ​​​​ holds no sway.

 

And we remain.  ​​​​ We do remain.

Our hope shall flow,  ​​ ​​​​ shall not refrain.

It will endure;  ​​ ​​​​ this much is sure.

As sure as rain.  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ We do remain

 

When every threshold  ​​ ​​ ​​​​ crossed  ​​​​ leads to another;

With portals darkened, ​​ out of sight,  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ in the night,

Any door  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ found blocked might still be opened.

Indeed, each window ​​ ​​ ​​​​ locked​​  ​​ ​​​​ may still shed light.

 

And we remain.  ​​​​ We do remain.

Our hope shall flow,  ​​ ​​​​ shall not refrain.

It will endure;  ​​ ​​​​ this much is sure.

As sure as rain.  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ We do remain

 

All​​ the world's a stage, each role requires a final bow.

The present is what's given.  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ Hold me here and now.

 

And we remain.  ​​​​ We do remain.

Our hope shall flow,  ​​ ​​​​ shall not refrain.

It will endure;  ​​ ​​​​ this much is sure.

As sure as rain.  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ We do remain

It will endure;  ​​ ​​​​ this much is sure.​​ 

As sure as rain.  ​​ ​​​​ We do remain.

 

 


About The Author

Born in the first half of the last century, Roland Trenary has parlayed his modest Midwest upbringing into a modest 21st Century adventure.

He is creator of seven issues of the magazine Normal Bean, one acoustic album of self-penned/performed songs (Fever That Yearns), and several music-related videos on Youtube.

With over forty years of researching and collecting the artist Mahlon Blaine, he has gathered together Blaine’s definitive biography and bibliography (Mahlon Blaine ~ One-Eyed Visionary).

His novel of illustration adventure (Mahlon Blaine’s Blooming Bally Bloody Book) is on the Amazon charts, while he also continues to pursue an even newer career as a quick-sketch artist specializing in actors and musicians caught in the act of performing.

For the past several decades he has steadfastly maintained that his role as The King (in the Lincoln School 4th Grade production of the musical Rumplestiltskin) may have been his undoing.

This has yet to be proven.

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