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Now my life's great party's over and this Black Hole
I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin
Which just loves to breathe me in and out
Like the silver flutes once did
When I used to walk by and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play
As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons
Oh, what I wouldn’t give in this loud sound of silence
To quieten this pain that still hurts the most
Even though I'm now just another lonely ghost
My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home as I wait in here to atone
I used to pray that I'd wake up free from this asylum
In the warm arms of my beloved but now lost Angel
But no matter how hard the memories or even how painful
I'll keep it as a happy place filled with all her love and photographs
So, I just wait here
In a hidden place found on no handwritten or drawn maps
Somewhere
As I flutter my white flag of defeat
In the cold and hot heat of The Great In-Between
Lingering by these bright lights like I was walking on the Moon
Kicking up broken white stones
Singing sad songs for the hordes
Standing in the creepy shadows
Watching me crying like a wounded King
Come Back
Don’t fear you won't fall
They all chant as the Golden Bell rings
The Crying Game needs feeding
The eleven-inch nails need pulling out to stop the bleeding
Stay with us
The Nameless Things
We who whisper and sing in the Dark all around you
But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow
They can keep their Poison and Red Wine
Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls
Either way
Here is my lone call
You’ll always be my reason
My every time
No matter the seasons
For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads
My heavy head and weary heart
Always lead me
Riding in paper boats
Back to you
In this mad mad world
Even though now everything has fallen apart
Just like us two
Just a pair of Father Times many heartbroken sweethearts
Copyright John Duffy
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