Cricket Solo:

In the World of a cricket
Life is a strain,
Always making racket
Like a leaky faucet drain.

My song is for love
An affair of the heart,
The pain that i feel
It's tears me apart.

On goes, all my sorrow
After awhole lot of tries,
And on goes my music
That hurts my insides.

Long live my pratice
Of never being right,
Long live the patience
Of my echos delight.

Long live my scarred soul
My bellowing blow,
Long lives those deaf ears
Still in their bungalows.

For no eyes can hear
What stirs in the night,
Just a blind love song
With just one headlight.