The Show
The quiet space no longer full
Does its job as blood flows through
When will it stop and take a break
Wasted time on this broken fool
Nothing calling for me to do
Reaching hand no grasp returned
Thirty five years our clock did tick
Why now this cruel and senseless trick
Oh I know I must let go
Let her smile light up the endless show
However knowing doesn’t ease my pain
The songs to short, one more refrain?
The fickle finger we call fate
Why not two through the golden gate
The message screaming between my ears
The mystic meaning missed by me
Pondering, pondering what it can mean
Gone all that was and I thought to be
One imprisoned and one set free.
Time will tell I endless pray
Goodbye is all that’s left for me to say
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