Marshfolk Blues

This town I reside for years,
Through the joy the tears and the fears.
But my face don't belong
I whistle my own song,
While residents say go away, go away.

My friend she lives at 22,
She invites me in for a brew.
I repeat the same old line
Can we arrange for another time.
Now she tells me to go away, go away.

The ducks in the pond don't speak,
Not a quack, not a flap, not a peep.
They make waves to duck down
They don't want me around,
So stroll away, stroll away, stroll away.

The church's door is always closed.
The bell doesn't ring even when the wind blows.
It's pointless for me, to beg, pray or plead.
The Lord still bellows "Away, go away"!

The flowers no longer smell sweet,
Their colour faded as well in the heat.
I'm not chosen to pick, I pass by so quick.
The pungent haze blows me away.

The sea wall, you're my only friend,
A cold and stoney touch guardian.
Keeps me from seeking the end
But not today my old friend.
Because the waves will roll me away.