Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Rora

My time gone by unspoken, not drunk enough to try, what is left is broken, the town is all at play, afraid of kids, family, my kind, the pubs dance they say, someone gives me a token, beyond the grave here's a why, which bridge lies open, when we cross do we say, we are strangers to our lives, a horizon for every day, come on love they coax, let's sing a song don't cry, not one catches their throat, i am not even loath, to look at the sky, dig out the evening's load, rescue God from the tide.

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