(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Olden Tymes

written on my inner wall
the final chapter of my life
I feel as though I've met my call
last words of a dying virtue
abandon all of your beliefs
inside me, where i mend my soul
cant you cure me of my crazy
cant stand the sight of my own fate
set in stone the future seems
intertwining madness draws us closer
written laws that guide us all
the changes i have made for you

as the thread weaves a steady path
I'm left to judge the aftermath
written invisible for me to know
my feelings turn as cold as snow
autumn leaves falling, flying
a happy feeling, slowly dying
blackened hearts strike me down
a long unforgiving day
rain threatens to bring a storm
I drown in my own pool of thoughts
faceless path of time intrude
one single thought can turn my mood
in this moment I sit and simmer
but cannot find the words to say
on a path of right, forgiveness
I carry my burden, and on I live

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