I used to sit in front of the coal fire in our living room,get lost while gazing into the glowing ash and flame,
Somehow always had this stupid daydreamer attitude.
Spent too much time this day looking for one single track of music.
we got you covered, looking out to the coast and surrounding our place,on duty,alert.Forgotten dead and buried.
Historically and factual, But there is a worry,concern, l do not like the period when we reflect on past.
But although appearing rude,it appears to not have served a purpose.
we still get involved in wars,young men go to wars and die..make enemies easily . .those who seek to lead us are often serving themselves..those without remain victims.
Poverty, childhood miseries,carry on in a society that knows about these ills yet doe`s little to bring about change.
Something a `little warming` on a miserable period weather ways.
l believe that poets/songs lead us to truth by putting question to us. Answers will never come from the politicians unless we,in turn, challenge them with these questions.Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
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