The sun sets on distant hills
Aged men slowly write their wills
Pictures, Portraits, and fantastic stills
Float in the air that is alone
You can see that my heart is free
No one has the courage to love me
Memories drift on the cold, black sea
And a warm heart turns to stone
I don’t have the strength to love
Darkness falls from FAR ABOVE
My last shot pierced the dove
And the child still has not grown
Dancing to rhythms that fall away
Choking till the light turns gray
And ev’rything I yearned to say
Is expressed by the moan
We watch the hungry children cry
We eat again and wonder why
The cold winter
lets out a sigh
And flesh decays away from the bone
Happiness is a dream that quickly fades
I dealt, but found no spades
I have tried many strange trades
And still, interest grows on the loan