Fire Pit

Classic rock of the late 60s and early 70s, with a bluesy sound, Need a guitar interlude, in the type of wailing guitar, just before the last para of the poem, at which point the verses turn hopeful, the last verse should have a female earthy/throaty voice as a duet sung in the background, The overall song is a male voice that has thick depth, End the song with a guitar solo supported by drums and fade into black

Should I cross that high bridge And climb that steep ridge Should I take on those woes, Dare to put on the brave shoes To walk these hard streets Or buy myself two cold feet? Should I dare to strife Watching life as it passes by? I'll catch it another day before I die. Tired to the bone, back I sit, I'm done, just eff it! What's the damn point, I rage, I rant Two cold feet I firmly plant Comfortably frozen, I stand rooted... Should I take on those woes, Dare to put on the brave shoes To walk these hard streets Or buy myself two cold feet? Should I dare to strife with things that come to head in life? Or should I put up these cold feet With a drink neat in retreat, Watching life as it passes by? I'll catch it another day before I die. Tired to the bone, back I sit, I'm done, just eff it! What's the damn point, I rage, I rant Two cold feet I firmly plant Comfortably frozen, I stand rooted... But the voice in me, refused to be muted. As I look to push away the plate of grits, A shadow glosses over my nits Over my flaws, a tapestry knit, She resets the pieces to a future fit. I hear a slow rumble in tummy pits... Are those antsy butterfly flits? Or are those, long gone embers, relit !

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