A story at the End of The Road
Farewell, me ol' mate....me handsome rover
The night has grown darker
Long ago me youth was torn in tatters
Things i've done not ter flatter
I can not sing comforting ballads no more.
Nor can sons o' God whose songs are beautifully sung as o' yore.
Thus, ne'er ye seek fer enjoyment deeper than heart.
For i am ter find me way ter part
Nor are ye goin' back
As chances of glancin' we lack
At simple pleasures in our lives
Fer many have been torn by strives
A memory at the end of the road
We were born as the fair ones o' our generation.
Tales among our nations.
We are just another page o' their lives
Our role was ter overcome their fear so rife.
No angels could abet
No devils could mislead
A Memoir at the end of the road...
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 4:31 AM UTC
A story at the End of The Road
Farewell, me ol' mate....me handsome rover
The night has grown darker
Long ago me youth was torn in tatters
Things i've done not ter flatter
I can not sing comforting ballads no more.
Nor can sons o' God whose songs are beautifully sung as o' yore.
Thus, ne'er ye seek fer enjoyment deeper than heart.
For i am ter find me way ter part
Nor are ye goin' back
As chances of glancin' we lack
At simple pleasures in our lives
Fer many have been torn by strives
A memory at the end of the road
We were born as the fair ones o' our generation.
Tales among our nations.
We are just another page o' their lives
Our role was ter overcome their fear so rife.
No angels could abet
No devils could mislead
A Memoir at the end of the road...
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