Melted souls
The old one grows
The tic and tac beneath my toes
A last regret
These paths forget
That once I had a room to let
Back before
A ****** war
Lovers and poets dreamed for more
A better day
A bed to stay
A gun to keep The Lord away
Before I fought
I often thought
That hopes and dreams could all be sought
But now my goals
All filled with holes
O'Connell street like melting souls
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
Melted souls
The old one grows
The tic and tac beneath my toes
A last regret
These paths forget
That once I had a room to let
Back before
A ****** war
Lovers and poets dreamed for more
A better day
A bed to stay
A gun to keep The Lord away
Before I fought
I often thought
That hopes and dreams could all be sought
But now my goals
All filled with holes
O'Connell street like melting souls
