365 4/4

You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

365 3/29

Hush is the only word you know

And I stopped listening long ago

They ignored me with a smile

365 3/28

It's a weak man that cries

So I guess I'd best dry my eyes

Guess I will miss her more than anyone

365 3/26

Past the church and the steeple

The laundry on the hill

The billboards and the buildings

365 3/24

People talk of the dead past.

The past is not dead.

It's not even past.