Cake, G11

Songs of Innocence: The Child’s First Lesson

In Eden’s Garden, pure and bright, I sat beneath a tree of light, My mind, a vessel filled with grace, Unblemished by the world’s embrace,

“O white Lamb!” my teacher spoke, “Your mind, a canvas unstroked, I’ll guide your hand, your soul’s delight, To paint upon your heart so white”

“O white Lamb,” my teacher gently said, “Let not your soul from light be led, For in obedience, a heaven unbound, A joyous peace, shall be found.”

And in that garden, once so bright, I walked in the soft twilight, My innocence, now veiled in shade, The price of knowledge duly paid. physics hands down

Songs of Experience The Fallen Scholar

In twilight’s hour, a scholar stood Where once he played, in childhood’s wood, He gazed upon the crumbling walls, Of hallowed halls where wisdom falls,

“Alas!” he cried, with voice so weary, “My heart is heavy, eyes are teary, For in this sacred school I learned To cherish dreams, but hope was burned.”

“O Blake, your words of innocence Did kindle in my soul a sense Of heaven’s grace, but now I see That childhood’s wisdom sets us free.”

And so, the fallen scholar spoke, His voice a whisper, weak and broke, A testament to those who yearn For wisdom’s flame, forever burned

Songs of Innocence: Platter

What a lovely bed inside this lovely cage

I sit down and ponder as I turn the page

We all do fight just for the chance Yes we sing and dance and walk a prance

To please the owners of the cage

We do do a great deal, enraged

When we fail to impress

With all our work and zeal and zest

Shrivelled up I feel sometimes And brittle some are my spines

But in the cage there’s water

Yet still it gets no less hotter

Noble owners of the cage

I dedicate to you this stage

Your shows in my head devine

Within me you are enshrined

Noble owners of the cage

I dedicate to you a page

Laying in your cosy bed

On your platter is my head

Songs of Experience: Of the line

I am the ship that breaks the waves

Torchmen’s lives written in bead

Cracked, abused Lead circles, angles and lines

On burnt, crumpled paper

The dock garnished with pride from land locked handkerchiefs

The men in white and blue, stood aside Their faces grim, hands in empty pockets And away she sails

The carpenter by the captain’s side Wedges, timber, axe saw and hammer

Hero of the decks from the depths

A share for his work, a share for his service

Along the seas. Free as sea birds can be Accounted charts, perfect mastery

I am the ship that breaks the waves

Men’s legacies written in blood

Cherished

Songs of Innocence: My Little Rose

Amidst the lifeless landscape, Protrudes the scarlet tape of my Rose. Standing out from the crowd of apes, Across the river whence Green flow;

As I lay flat inside my room, She hands me the papers of wealth. As I idle about in my room, She assures me of great health.

As I wander aimlessly through the paleyellow fields, She brings me the conveniences of industry.

In the palm of her hands lay the ministries, Providing us with the utmost care.

As we are neglected by the greater society, She spares me her sympathy.

Oh, my little Rose, What a God-given blessing you are. In this land of smiles.

Songs of Experience: My Little Rose

Laying over the hill of Greens Of lies surmounted together, Beyond the submerged tubes, Rusting away.

There my little Rose lies, Trimmed of all its thorns, Buried beneath the insurmountable plastic.

For she brings me the lifeless Greens

Oh, my little Rose, A true one of its kind, For she is encased in a dome of ice. Sat alone by all herself,

For all of eternity, For she sees things altruistically; For she lacks competence; For we are hers to puppet;

Anonymous Songs of Innocence: The Free Choice

In fields of green, and skies of blue, Birds flying into the scene

I was but a child knowing nothing but fun

Just running around playing in the green

I’d run and play and laugh and sing

Wishing that each day would just last a bit longer

The memories of my youth will never be forgotten

As time passes it will only grow stronger

But as I grew things changed too, The world was much darker, a frightening truth

Responsibilities came in and innocence began to go

Things weren’t the same as the days of my youth

Yet I still hold the memories dear

And keep them close holding them tight

So that my innocence isn’t corrupted

So that my heart will still have some light

I will hold these memories tight

Let them be a sign, of hope and peace

For to be free is to be innocent

And forgetting will be the ending piece

Songs of Experience: The Life of the Worker

In a world of order

In a life of work

On a paper-filled table

Working throughout life

Lost of soul through the path of money

A one-way trip devoid of joy

Without gold death is near

Without gold happiness is gone

The world is nothing but just a game

The life of rich is a journey with pain

My fellow man is just a tool

To make me richer, and move up further

A world filled with competitors, With the same goals and aspirations, Working towards greatness

In the end were all the same

I am a adult life only brings work

Night or day, there is no play

In a world where the rich prevail

The innocent light is nothing but a fraud