Talking With Papa
Talking With Papa
Tell your tale once more old man
While we sit here by the sea
Tell of hot sun and dreams lost to sharks
And places you longed to be
Speak of the crowds thrilled by the bulls
And the blood that darkened the ground
Speak of the bars and drinks shared with friends
While the maidens gathered around
Speak of the lions that roared out their challenge
And hot winds that blew so free
Tell of the scars crossing your cheeks
And confess how the scars came to be
In the afternoon we may speak of death
And for whom the bell tolls
We may speak of these things into the night
While the sea continues to roll
Care not what others may offer to say
They have lived a cowards dream
They know not what we speak of now
A life you lived so free
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