Now the afternoon is fading with the darkness coming on, As I sit here and reflect upon just where the day has gone; I used up my potential well before the autumn moon, Now my energy is fading, winter night comes on too soon. All the years that I have wasted, all the dreams left…
When I waken, screaming in the darkness At the early edges of the morning; When the memories sweep so vivid and so painful Through my consciousness; When the day ahead seems all too hard to get through, And my mind cannot envisage any value in my life. When I have no dreams, but just their…
There are moments on my journey when the load becomes too much; When the road becomes too rocky; when my dreams are out of touch; When I search in vain for certainties of who, and why, and when, And I feel the pain and loneliness again. But there’s always someone watching, when I falter on…
Death often comes to visit me,
And asks if I would like to take his hand;
He says he’ll set my demons free,
And we will go together from this tortured, crippled land…
The sergeant came to me again last night
And seized my dreams.
I woke, yes, yet again I woke, at ten past three;
Recalling murder in a land I cannot leave…
Some days, I get so weary,
I want to lay my burdens down,
When life seems such a struggle,
When friends don’t call around…