Oh the many days I spend in vain
pursuit of meaningless things,
Obsessed with thin, silly dreams
and beauty queens
And you my friend,
are just a very small man.
A very small man,
in a very large world.
His job takes him far and wide
to the furthest north, to the
southern lights
He sees beauty amongst the most beautiful
but the brightest lights cast the strongest shadows
There’s a twinkle in his eye, and
a hint of a cheeky smile
But a dark cloud creeps over and
there’s a slight frown
as he tells us, almost with a sad smile,
“okay, no more
stories of guns, that’s enough”
One does wonder
what does he remember?
For he’s seen too much
and there are tears in his soul
But he does what he can
and he journeys on
alone
For it is such a secret place,
the land of tears
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