Paul

Don't turn away silent, you’ll find another way, maybe in a better time, do what you do alone, it needn’t bring shame, rivers flow on their own, laugh in warmer climes, no one here’s to blame, tho’ part of you is dying, beyond this war zone, the shifting hand of fame, is a place you well know, return it to the tide, say all you need to say, don’t wrap it up inside, when promises get broken, and hopes dance in flames, we'll send you call tokens, love weighs heavy at night, it howls in ancient places, waits for lamps to shine, you’ll rise again.

Antonia Three

Before you came for me, who carried the light, bobbling on the ink sea, they say it isn't you, in whispered tones at night, do they know the truth, something you know least, I lose all the signs, I’m supposed to believe, even with this news, a power beyond my sight, loss comes with nephews, love is a bitter creed, it always asks me why, what is there to glean, do I howl at the moon, oil my words with grease, some mask an open tomb, it gapes at my knees, will you come this time, if you could only see, how lovely is my smile.

Antonia Two

Who can ever say, we’ll toast our bones, after we've been away, the picture's not bright, we can cry but won’t, home is not kind, thoughts betrayed, where we come from, nothing on display, in this lilac night, with hardly a sound, there’s no gentle sky, maybe we'll take a train, like a winter's stove, warms us to dream, a horizon blind, we navigate alone, seeking what’s right, a line on my face, says carry on, everyone in our game, stands their round.

Antonia

Love holds the door ajar, your hair gleams and shines, you’ll always go far, no need to suffer fools, or torn trees in line, hear their news, talk about your Da, he wants another wine, lonely as a shooting star, the family he fooled, in a poor jaded light, splashed away in pools, he needs another car, to furnish mother's lies, he’s no time for scars, play by the rules, forget the hurt inside, it’s just part of you, don’t sit at the bar, see the morning rise, hit the highway burning tar, it’s what makes you wise.

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