Street Singer

my eyes are sown open
 unable to close
 and i'm stung by the breeze
 that my memory blows
 and the breeze fans the fire
 that began as a spark
 the blind old street singer
 sings songs in the dark
 but where are the songs of the beauty
 the old organ grinder
 has just gone insane
 and his monkey lies dead
 choked to death by its chain
 and the cup it lies empty
 it hasn't a dime
 my heart beat is slowed
 in to three-four time
 and wher are the songs of my beauty
 the anger of emptiness
 jumps from the queen
 as she summons her jester
 to dance and to sing
 but the jester is crying
 and refuses to sing
 he'll die in the morning
 at the hands of the king
 but where are the songs of forgiving?