Wrecked - The way of what is to come....
In the pale crescent light, in the still of the nightWhen dreams frighten my mind
I'm troubled in heart, I'm drawn apart
'Cause the madmen lead the blind
When the day is through, and the night is blue
Out of fear we shut the door
Life lives on life, the eternal strife
And dignity falls to the floor
With greed and desire, we aim even higher
For treasures that money can buy
But we know not why, we live and die
And we pray with a tear in our eye
Things fall apart, we have lost the chart
And the hungry lions roar
We are all out of place, we have fallen from grace
Wrecked on this troubled shore
The snake sheds the skin, as it ever has been
And surely the dragon abides
The moons wax and wane, on the midnight train
And we come and we go with the tides
There is no place, and no other space
For the raven to rest his soles
But we laugh to scorn, when a child is born
To save our weary souls
Copyright © 2013 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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