prog lyrics

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Ok, My grade 8 english class had a project over the Holidays for ENglish and we had to write some lyrics for poem time, so I decided to write some PROG LYRICS: its called SWARM OF FLIES

I can hear it coming in the dark night 
I can see it in the light         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;      

And it gives me a fright, Oh Lord...

Well, if you told me you wee frowning
I woulld wink and smile
I'd see it in your frowning face friend
WHo am i? WHo am I?
Well, I saw that you looked
I saw it with my special eyes
So you can put on the grin, I know where you've been
It's all bee n a swarm of flies........ (a metaphor)

I can hear it coming in the dark night 
I can see it in the light         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;         & nbsp;      

And it gives me a fright, Oh Lord...

Remember dont feel sorry

That we had a fun time the last time we met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you don't fool me
The pain doesn't show; but the pain still flows
It's not that weird to me

Like a pck of flies, of flies, of flies

OF flies!

dogs hit !

birds hit !

Its a miss!

No, KPG its like your Posts:

"I wish that for just one time

you could stand inside my shoes

You'd know what a drag it is to see you."

Sorry Bob

I love the metaphor about a swarm of flies. That is such a romantic image. Uncle Phil would be proud KPG, you're something of a budding young Byron aren't you?

Keep up the good work!

Well the swarm of flies ,metaphor is about how sometimes theres so much goig

on in life and sometiems your friends are annoying like flies But sometimes I want to

do an even more metaphorical poem LIKe about like a fish cauight in a bowl./ I was

going to write one about the fish in a bowl and the bowl is society and we

cant swim out, But im not done it yet.

I have my poem so far

     YOu are in a bowl

      and have no goal,

    but to get out

   and shout

    for freedom

     you look and see the fake fish wallpaper on the side

      and you know they lied

     and you want to go through

     but how, you dont have a clue

to go to the

     to the free ocean