With your crown of thorns
And your bleeding heart
Your paralysis
Was there from the start
With your small town vision
And your shuttered walls
You had closed your windows
And were deaf to the calls
With your broken smile
And your tortured life
You cut through dreams
With savage knife
With darkened vision
In your blackened sky
You had lost your voice
Left only goodbye
So goodbye, adieu, farewell
My friend
There was no beginning
Just simply an end.
Lisbon it was left of me
Madrid lay to my right
Hobson was behind me
Hiding out of sight
Duckie he was resting
As Pedro watched the door
Everything was changing
Back to as before
Amsterdam was hanging
Sunshine in the snow
Love lies in the balance
And only ‘nothing’ grows.
I cannot dwell in, ‘Might have been’
In ‘Would have been’
Or ‘Should have been’
The past has turned it’s back on me
I’m lost in life, a refugee
It’s only now, in the Ghost I see
That I realise, that the Ghost is me.
Every morning at three forty five
The blackbird’s song, pushes sleep from my eyes
The sky lights slow to his melody ring
But tell me for whom, does Blackbird sing?
It’s those black lines, that are the hard lines
They’re the ones you face alone
It’s the dark nights that are the black nights
When the seeds of fear are sown
In the black nights only dark lights
Shine upon your fears
In the dark light of the black nights
The only light reflects your tears
It’s those black lines that are the outlines
Of every thought you dread
It’s the dark lines in the black night
Where you fear that you are dead.
There are things you are told, that you don’t want to hear
There are words that from nowhere, will bring on the tears
There are losses you face, that are too great to bear
And you die on the inside, because no-one is there
There are pains that are not pains, but still break your heart
There is anguish and helplessness, that tear you apart
When the end is the dread, that you knew from the start
I’ll hold tight your hand as you gently depart.
I know I am odd and difficult to understand
Even I, struggle at times to make sense of me
I seem to be laminated
To exist on different layers
I find something to be looked at on another plane
And off my mind wanders
You are on the ground, waiting patiently
A flower in the desert that I am
You are a refuge from my inner storms
Somewhere to lay my heart.
When God decides to take someone
Those of us left can only cry
So go with God my dear old friend
While I wipe the tears from my eyes.
Victim.
Sometimes you have to hold out your hand
Just to see if there is anyone there.
