Endless clouds are drifting down,
Onto crowds of hating frowns.
All our dreams are falling near,
Still we seem to hold our fear.
Beating out my thoughts within,
A screaming shout I can't defend.
I may not be who you will want,
But you will see what I can flaunt.
A man so humble and nearly dear,
Can cast a grumble that all shall hear.
Will my words reach out to you?
Or be demurred by the hating few?
I cannot say how I’ll come out,
But if I'm old and gray, I'll stay devout.
I want to send the globe a message,
But clouds that clove take my last vestige.
Are they seeds of doubt grown tall,
Or a hating shout that calls?
Emptiness fullfilling me,
Tempting with a memory.
When I was full with love forlorn,
It became a bull with clubbing horns.
When I stand before you all,
A helping hand that never stalls,
I hope you hear what I have to say,
Let’s hold us dear,
Til the end of days...
