Friday, February 27, 2009

New Year Exiled

There is not party but you stumble home
There is no party but the vendor is sold out of meat
There is no party but everyone is inside off the street
Your spirit is temporarily on loan

So I walk on
And I walk on
And I walk on

Until I see you lying by the road
Crippled by the impossible load

You shouted but your voice went hoarse
Your fight, our dream,
They will succeed against our present course

you have hung your self on a short rope
Maybe next year, next year
there will be the option for hope

1 comment:

  1. Parties make the world go round, parties make the world go round, so let's have a party! Just a little tune from Coronado to enlighten your day, enjoy, Mr. Nick

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