Middle Years
Like a fallen preacher
Coveting the gold
Counting coins of counted souls
I rubbed my hands
Against the cold
As my breath slowly rose
Joining with the falling snow
My teeth dance to songs
No one can hear
A subtle smile
Framed by tears
Bless my heart
Bless my fears
Bless my middle years
It's strange how fortunes change
As do memories
Dollars wave
And men close ranks
Darkened rooms are made
Withmoral shades of grey
To sanction crimes of boys at play
My teeth dance to songs
No one can hear
A subtle smile
Is framed by tears
Bless my heart
Bless my fears
Bless my middle years
Autor(es): AUSTIN LUCAS
