The Fool
The blackness of sorrow and deceit
Block the view of my life on the street
No comfort or kind word to be found
Because in you the beauty can make no sound
The loss of what gift was paid for by blood
All life that was saved from the peril and flood
Now thrown away because I cannot hear
All that is good is darkened by fear
No place on this earth where it feels right
When all that I know is hidden in night
I die a little as my soul is shrinking
Into the place without God I’m sinking
I ask only why it has to be this way
I look for answers and where inside they lay
I am a fool to be so shallow and afraid
I’ll have the cure when in the ground I am laid
Copyright © Armand Delisle | Year Posted 2016
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