Troubled is he
who walk through life
on his knees
Shared the scarecrows bed
His hands to big
...of a burden
He felt no joy
He’d forgotten how to smile
His laugh was dead and gone
and he blamed his shadow
for being too grey
Rain was his sunshine
and the sky
turned, he said, a blind eye
Gave nothing
he never asked for help
His stomach a loaded gun
he couldn’t take his life
cause he’d forgotten where
he’d put it