A Story No One Told

A Story No One Told - Shad Lyrics

Picture life etched in stone

Life sketched in poems

On sidewalks in dry chalk next to homes

Picture all you’ve left alone

And kept in reflections shown

Your dome sketched in subjective tones

Picture life on a sidewalk

frame it - so all view

all you’ve ever felt

try to name it - its called you

picture it

in the space between steps

it’s the grace between breaths

and the message in this make-believe text

picture …



v-1

God exhaled

The moon shivered in a blue river

Stardust fell

Through space released and gave its peace

To a man in his place beneath

Graciously as he laid asleep

draped in sheets

with his honest wife

in the gold days of his old age

and on this nice August night

his soul raised

he saw this light - the calmest bright -

like Coldplay, it was all yellow

and in its gold rays, he saw his plight

as it showed him the youth that he’d forgot about

like how he block the spout on his house’s hose

and not let the water out

he thought it out and wondered

how he’d remembered it all?

how younger he’d enter the halls

when summer surrendered the fall

then he wondered was his life through?

In slumber under this bright moon?

Like skies after thunder, the light grew

And more from the limitless stash of images flashed

And poured from the reservoir to mimic his past

He saw himself with his wife growing old

his children’s lives

He filled with pride as the light showed his soul

Then it’s brilliance died …



v-2

And it was dead black in his eyes

A voice said that it was time

But he was steadfast in his mind

So he said back in reply

“Please! Seeing my life like this

It made me think

I could state succinctly everything life is

if you gave me ink

And I could maybe print every speech and thought

And release my plot on these streets I’ve walked

With a piece of chalk

To paint the sharpest image of a heart

Cuz as much as art can mimic

Nothing’s as real as a life told from start to finish”

Suddenly the man awoke with a violent cry

That strangely didn’t seem to disturb the silent sky

His wife was still beside him under the blankets

enclosed

And when he looked up at the clock he saw the hands in

it froze

So the man just arose, put his hands to the roads

And began to compose the most candid of prose…



v-3

So he wrote every quote spoken

And left every breath kept

Sketched in the next step of concrete

Then Death crept and lead him to his bed

As the sun began to rise

He titled his surprise

“The Story of the Man that Died”

Then his wife and the townsfolk awoke and were shocked

First by his passing, but then by what he wrote with

his chalk

They got the roads blocked by a flock of postmen and

cops

He wrote from his lot to the edge of town close to the

docks

Where he used to watch the boats and often joked with

his pops

His folks had not long ago passed and now both with him

walk

People came from everywhere

They read the story through for days

It wasn’t nothing new or strange

Still they were moved and amazed

It wasn’t the places he’d been or the people he’d met

It was the spaces between and the secrets he’d kept

They wept joyfully, for the greatest story no one told

Was just the story of an ordinary man growing old



Picture life etched in stone

Life sketched in poems

On sidewalks in dry chalk next to homes

Picture all you’ve left alone

And kept in reflections shown

Your dome sketched in subjective tones

Picture life on a sidewalk

frame it - so all view

All you’ve ever felt

try to name it - its called you

picture it

in the space between steps

it’s the grace between breaths

and the message in this make-believe text

picture…