Patterns

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    Dm
The night sets softly
                         F    Dm
With the hush of falling le-e-eaves,
Casting   shivering shadows
                          C
On the houses through the trees,
        Dm
And the light from a street lamp
                       F    Dm
Paints a pattern on my wa-a-all,
                       C
  Like the pieces of a puzzle
     Bb      C        Dm
Or a child's   uneven scrawl
     Dm
Up a narrow flight of stairs
                   F    Dm
In a narrow little ro-o-oom,
As I lie upon my bed
                     C
In the early evening gloom.
  Dm
Impaled on my wall
                  F    Dm
My eyes can dimly se-e-e
                   C
 The pattern of my life
        Bb     C        Dm
And the puzzle  that is me.
         Dm
From the moment of my birth
                     F    Dm
To the instant of my de-e-eath,
There are Patterns I must follow
                            C
Just as I must breathe each breath.
       Dm
Like a rat in a maze
                   F    Dm
The path before me li-i-ies,
                       C
 And the pattern never alters
  Bb  C        Dm
Until  the rat dies.
        Dm
And the pattern still remains
                           F    Dm
On the wall where darkness fe-e-ell,
And it's fitting that it should,
                        C
For in darknesss I must dwell.
         Dm
Like the color of my skin,
                       F     Dm
Or the day that I grow o-o-o-old,
                   C
My life is made of Patterns
         Bb       C      Dm
That can scarcely  be controlled.