Same Old Song

The torn remain

Of what was plain

Waves now ore frozen ground


In winds that blow

Cold ice and snow

And other feelings down


There isn’t much

Left in a touch

To calm the trembling hand


For winter chill

Bears haunting still

In cloak across the land


The settled dust

And mingled rust

Guard safe against the grain


While bleak and dim

From deep within

Gives root to dampened pain


How did it come

From there to here

How could it go so wrong


A love once whole

Two lives a-full

Yet still…


The same old song 

The End

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