They may as well given me a death sentence
It always seems that everything is always after me
But I am here with a little bit of sympathy
It's just another kind of future Homer's Odyssey
We take the needle, draw some ink into some filagree
The pieces tore up like a broken piece of history
And if you're angry you can always put your fist to me
We're always breaking mirrors to give us seven years of pain
But in this world it's the girls that make us feel insane
Then we still we seek them like a hunter on an endless prowl
Like a defender of the innocent wearing a cowl
This ain't no comic but a real slice of modern life
There ain't no coming back from a path of endless strife
But it's the horrid days that make me glad to be alive
I've seen the darkness and I've come out on the other side
Copyright 2015 © Stephen Gedney
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