The times I’ve walked along
The roads of sparrow-wights and songs
I hear a distance voice that don’t belong
It tells me to have faith in me
That its gonna wait for wait for me
But that’s not what the oceans say to me
They pass along their sorrow
In a bottle for the children of tomorrow
And they ask for pennies and a jewel
And all these ghostly willows
They are weeping there with pillows
For those who would rather rest than swallow
Misery and brackish ale
A drunken life that fades to pale
Ashen and dried out behind a veil
And all the gold you got don’t matter
That is still a dead cadaver
Paint it up if you think me a fool
And all my mother songs resolve
Nothing but they help dissolve
The meaningless worlds that revolve
‘round menageries of gossamer
While every girls a blossomer
But they are all just flotsam her
A thing for me to cling upon
With all the storms a’going on
While mermaid mavericks rule
So I’m heading for the dead zone
With the steel and shadow king throne
And the echoing of silence on bone
Of some poor dragon person
You can laugh or you can curse him
Just don’t even look to force him
Cause he’s dead and getting deader
Everyday he’s bread to breader
And ale to ale touched person on a stool
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