Wrack'D Poem by Göran Gustafsson

In the pale crescent light, in the still of the night
Where dreams frighten my mind
I'm troubled in heart, I'm drawn apart
And the madmen lead the blind

When the day is through, and the night is blue
Out of fear we shut the door
Life lives on life, the eternal strife
And dignity falls to the floor

With greed and desire, we aim even higher
For treasures that money can buy
But we know not why we live and die
And we pray with a tear in our eye

Things fall apart, we have lost the chart
And the hungry lions roar
We are all out of place, we have fallen from grace
Wrack'd on this troubled shore

The snake sheds the skin, as it ever has been
And surely the dragon abides
The moon wax and wane on the midnight train
And we come and go with the tides

But there is no place, and no other space
Where the raven can rest his soles
And we laugh to scorn, when a child is born
To save our weary souls

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