Monday, 27 July 2020
Johnny Two
Since I've been at home,
they don't know what to do,
let me pray alone,
sleep any time of day,
hear me wail the blues,
nothing more to say,
like breaking up a stone,
ask what’s wrong with you,
who cares who atones,
the walls are turning grey,
sin is not my tune,
have eaten all my cake,
say I have to go,
why always play the fool,
act like it’s my totem,
confined within this space,
I’ve learned one piece of truth,
pure as a snowflake,
sing and praise your home,
see the creep of moon,
new horizons run like foals,
always pay what's due.
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