Who's got the reins,
is it you or life?
Is it pain or joy?
Is it peace or strife?
Who's got the reins,
when the death days come?
When the lights go out?
When the fingers numb?
Who's got the reins,
in the cloistered night?
In the whispered thought?
In the endless fight?
Who's got the reins,
when there's no such thing?
When the leaders croak?
When the church bells ring?
Who's got the reins,
when the days are spent
and you can only wonder
where on earth they went?
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Who's got the reins,
is it you or life?
Is it pain or joy?
Is it peace or strife?
Who's got the reins,
when the death days come?
When the lights go out?
When the fingers numb?
Who's got the reins,
in the cloistered night?
In the whispered thought?
In the endless fight?
Who's got the reins,
when there's no such thing?
When the leaders croak?
When the church bells ring?
Who's got the reins,
when the days are spent
and you can only wonder
where on earth they went?
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