Comfort Me Oh Black Shamballa
Comfort Me Oh Black Shamballa
For all the 'ninth nights' I can't attend
Let me moan, caress you, cry and mend
Friends, colleagues gone that way
Funerals converge same same day
Too many murders too many cancers
Hearts give out and brains can't answer
Comfort me oh black shamballa
'Llow me to fidget while I twist 'n holla
Sweet flight Calm seas Men of honour
We'll meet again in fair land up yonder.
Copyright © Sandra Wiggan | Year Posted 2016
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