Saturday, September 13

The Ballad of R.E. Hannegan

There’s no point in holding on
Nothing gained in this backward game
Lock your heart, take it back
Forget the power in a name

There are no answers here
Questions flow like bitter tears
A hermit’s tune drifts through the hills
Knowledge held in a forgotten song

Memory creeps in a sliver of light
Casting shadows on the mind’s eye
Siren’s cry rattling the vanilla sky
Reality calling her children home tonight

Stop asking why
Stop saying please
Stop making promises you won’t keep
Open your eyes boy, you forgot to breathe.

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