Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Town of Hope.

A light shines trying to say 'I'm here'.
Failures like a wounded bear
No sleep for the living in fear.
Running through a china shop.

Don't tell me not to be afraid.
I'm faulty at heart and I'm lonely
And no matter how I beg
The pills in my mouth won't hold me

I won't go blindly into the night
I'm too meek to be so bold
But count the minutes until it's light
And I'm not on my own.

Thoughts find my mind as it goes astray
And beats me full of all the same
Hope does me no good, not today.
It's just a town somewhere out there.

A town where people know your name
Where corner salesmen buy your trust
A little pub with a wall of fame
And autographs of dying men.

A place so sad as sad as me
Where people try in vain
To break the curse of irony
That is the town's poor name.

A light burns into my eyes
Trying to say I'm here.
All I wonder is why
I don't want to be.

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