The Man of the Hour
Come one, come all, meet the man of the hour
Watch him get drunk on his wealth and power
But sadly though, there's no heart to be found
Wait for the day when he's put in the ground
Nobody will show to pray for the dead
No flowers, no mourners, no eulogy read
In time, you'll find, will be long forgotten
Even before his bones will be rotten
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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