The End

 

The voice of hate

I've heard of late

Has sunk me down in terror

A crippled ship

I drift the depths

Of navigators error

 

Once bathed in light

I'm now undone

Left struggling in the dark

My memory turns

To days far gone

When the voice was of a lark

 

So tortured life

Now ends in strife

I gasp in vain for breath

Just left alone
Frozen to the bone

I'm shaking myself to death.

 

(c)Rhumour 1974