Lost In the Forth
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The sirens sing with a Scottish accent now
If you listen carefully on the forth
They whisper come to me
They speak in rhythms of sad times
And beckon you to join them
Fame as not protected him
drowning in his depression
he went down like a ship without a rudder
those tiny changes will have to wait
until others step into the breach
his memory lives amongst his songs
his words will speak forever
this rabbit, frightened no more.
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2019
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