Sittin' on a rock in the middle of a field,
Polishin’ off another stolen meal,
The days go by…
I watch the clouds roll in from the West,
With a pain in my gut and an ache in chest,
Lonely…
And the wasted years have taken their toll,
Once I found an open grave and laid in the hole,
And felt the raindrops…
And the only woman to see my scars,
Stayed long enough to break my heart,
Autumn…
I watched her die on a Christmas day,
In a dank shit hole near the Champs-Élysées
And the wind blew…
And I wander through this vacant land,
Waiting for a smile or the touch of a hand,
From anyone…
So think of me on days like these,
When the snow falls and the rivers freeze,
I’ll be here…
Copyright; EGHarne
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