Bring me my bow of burning gold
bring me my arrows of desire
to pierce a few more memories
to add some cans of beans to
a diminishing food pile
So where are you light of the world?
It is very dark here again with only
an occasional glimmer of gold
courtesy of the music angels and mother nature
I've seen you hiding in the rock pools
in clouds on the ocean floor and in the
amber eyes of the marmalade boys
The time is approaching for the
comeuppance of short memories
who ignore the warnings of the past
Even mother nature is fed up
They have forgotten what happens when you
put on your boxing gloves and march into the ring
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