Leave Your Way


It was a black bird that swooped down
All I could do was frown and turn around
Strike! Goes the bang
The very note that you sang
Grey, black and blue
I could find no other hue-
No more rosy cheeks
All left of me is a weak weak meek
Trudging along the week

Where is my soul
But that statement is so foul
I disregarded that, say what did he say, she say
No matter what the black shadow kept coming
A showdown
But not quite a throw down (except in reputation)
I had no trust in the western bust
All that is there is fuss
Can't stay gold
Instead read between the folds
The crooks, the wedges the amateurs
The world is all that's there, save for fear

I prefer to be me. Without any flashes of lost dignity.
For in twenty so years, I will be in Paris
Wandering in the cities, finding doves of gray
And gentle black lambs in May
Or anything better than your way.

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