Sal

You call this news, on these troubled nights, as if you knew, fire burns in the grate, don't tell me how to cry, those you left too late, the different crews, left hanging on the line, they loved you too, who cares what's real or fake, something deep inside, makes you a household name, isn't it time you fool, sighing in the tide, to think who care for you, no matter what you take, however you may try, hope is what you make, whole worlds sing your blues, rain clouds furl the sky, death brings no easy due, where you lie.