In a lonely place where blackbirds cry,
where the brave young hearts lie down to die.
Like summer blooms in fall must bend,
those lonely lives in bleakness end.
The cold gray autumn days gone by,
in a lonely place where blackbirds cry,
The heaviness where sorrow grows,
where ghosts of those who’ve passed are known.
Your spirits call across the way,
lamenting days where life decays.
In a lonely place where blackbirds cry,
where such young lives wave sad goodbyes.
Now with the past you’re laid to rest,
your shadows and your sad bequest.
At last the blood has all run dry,
in a lonely place where blackbirds cry.
Copyright 8/9 2025 Vicki Kralapp
