Some days, some nights, Life can be a struggle.
Seems like Easy is getting Harder every day.
High water rising everywhere.
All the hedges blown down – strewn along the road.
You come naked and crying into the world and that’s how you’ll go out.
You inherit a world of trouble.
Flames rise up to scorch the sky.
Every morning you wonder how you’ll get through the hours until the darkness comes and you can somehow sleep.
Every night you wonder how you’ll get through the hours until you can find the energy to face the light for another day.
Nothing to be done.
Seems like your soul has hardened to steel.
Pale dead Moon.
Not even the murmur of a prayer.
Pink, pink, pink. pink Moon.
Ravens blackening the sky.
High water everywhere.
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles.
Nothing at the end of the rainbow.
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