ABSENT

And in the morning will there be a light,
a star left over from the night.
The sun it burns my skin and eyes
too strong for rags hung out to dry.

The triple fool I am, destroyed,
the scarecrow torn by girls and boys
the head it fell and rolled away
not every hero lives to fight another day.

No, the stars have flickered out their last,
the sky it dawns in icy blast.
In steely grey the sky is cast
an absent friend, an empty glass.


© February 2005 Brenda Heslop - Ribbon Road Music