Sal

I feel the loss of you, stepping off this train, that much is certain my face is like stone, it sends anyone that way, on the Streets or Metro, I haven’t got a clue, what to say today, do I pay my dues, you arranged the loans, introduced me to the reprobates, told me to be strong, now look what’s new, my voice flares and fades, Is this really an issue, when I used to moan, you tried to erase, everything I called a home, they all wail on cue, lowering you to the grave, truth is a bitter fruit, I cry just the same.