The pugilist who lost the fight, Took his own life Doesn’t seem right. Fighting depression Round after round Hitting the canvas With unerringly sound. There’s no more bells No more punches to give Inside the ring of ropes Where he once lived.
Time is ticking Depression mounts Getting through the night Thats what counts. Pills at the ready Chair and the rope, Im drowning in sorrow Im losing all hope. The night drags on Searching for the morn Wishing hopefully Why was I ever born. The cat meows I can’t raise my head Every passing moment I despairingly dread. The morning comes It’s still so black Every step I take I fall Through the cracks. How much more Can I endure Pills and the rope Are my only cure.
You lied to me I don’t know why You try manipulation And then you cry. Is it a game you like to play To try and win And get your own way. I smile shoulders I shrug I Make you a tea In your favourite mug, You do not have to Lie to me there’s Too much heartache Don’t you agree.
I felt alive When you were By my side, We travelled The countries Far and wide. Then one morning In the night you died, For next year I cried and cried. My lover My soul mate I miss your face I scattered your ashes In your favourite place. Im still travelling Far and wide Everyday wishing We were side by side.
Part time flag wavers Brainwashed by news Lambs following evil They haven’t a clue. Is it really about flags Is it really about hate Is it about containment Because of an open gate. They’ve found a *** Of golden honey Where there given shelter And a bit of money. Part time flag wavers Guarding a *** Not knowing really why If you wanting change Be prepared to die.
I lay beside you With a troubled mind I cannot sleep You’ve been so unkind. Your back is turned Your shoulder is cold What can I do to get Back into the fold. Why can’t you tell me What I have done bad, The longer it go’s on Im beginning to be sad. I fall asleep in the Morning your gone Please please tell Me what I’ve done wrong.
Clouds are dark I feel the pain Oh dear its pouring Razor blades again. Sit beside me hold my hand, I need to feel your kindness Please understand. I know it’s not The answer it’s not going to heal, Thank you my friend, I just like the way it feels.