WITH MY RED RIGHT HAND
I STAND WITH MY HEAD HUNG LOW
I OF THE SUFFERING, EYE OF THE PAIN
I OF THE LOVE NOW LOST
I WRITE FOR WRONGS
MY WORLD IS FULL OF MANY COLOURS
AND ALL OF THEM BLACK
I WALK THE TRAGIC ROAD
AND I WALK BACK
BLACK WRAPPED BLACK CLOTHED
BLACK SHROUD SURROUND ME
YOU SAY YOU ARE ALONE LIKE ME
YOU SAY YOU ARE LONELY LIKE ME
YOU SAY YOU HURT LIKE ME
BUT YOUR WORLD LOOKS VERY BEAUTIFUL
FROM HERE.
MUDCROW
MAY 99
