When there is no more to articulate
The bright smiles have turned to pain
With nothing left there to pontificate
Sunshine is replaced by falling rain
New words then needed to eradicate
Clean phrases to help erase the stain
No time for doubt or to self-medicate
Fresh thoughts help improve the game
All of this brought on by the sight of the bright and shiny bob-cut brunette who smiled and waved
When the singer sings to emancipate
And turns the way of the brave
With no fear that she may ruminate
The crowd will once more surely wave
Release the lines with light to elucidate
Frame the images as true nature gave
No clowns are there left to imitate
The truth of love is all you need to crave
