Unloved

There will be no consolation prize, this time the bone is broken cleanNo baptism, no reprise and no sweet talk of victoryAll the stars have fallen from the sky and everything else in betweenSatellites have closed their eyes, the moon has gone to sleepUnloved, unlovedUnloved, unlovedHere I am inside a hotel choking on a million words I saidCigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are drunk and pennilessHere I am inside my fathers arms, all jagged bone and whisky dryWhisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will never dieUnloved, unlovedUnloved, unlovedHere I am, an empty hallway, broken window, rainy nightI am 1962 and I am ready for a fightPeople crying hallelujah while the bullet leaves the gunPeople falling, falling, falling and I don’t know where they’re falling fromAre they unloved, unlovedUnloved, unlovedHoping that the kindness will lead us past the blindnessAnd not another living soul will ever have to feelUnloved, unlovedUnloved, unlovedUnloved, unloved

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