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The grand old reason pulls at its tether
while you lay black and blue, under the weather
the dark tries light, dips its toe in the water
and fate meets death
times cruel younger daughter
and you sing songs, of the rhyme and the reason
press your weary face to the glass of the season
with hope on your breath, and a prayer in the evening
but if you believed, I believe you'd be leaving
but you, much like I,
don't know where
when we die
we will go, so we cling
desperate fingers onto life
but we'll all
miss you to death
when you go
Oh the crow lands wild on the long arm of youth
while a rain beats hard on the slates of the roof
where you just try to sleep, in a haze of medication
on new years eve
through the sound of elation
the bastards home, is a hospital bed
where the life drains so gladly from your greying head
oh I'm so broken down, that I cannot be made
I'm just so fucking sorry that you are afraid
but like you, I have tried
for so long not to cry
that I don't even know
if I can when you die
but I'm sure
as damn hell
gunna try