Who Are You?
To give me sorrow on her eve of death
To leave a letter on her dusty desk
Who the hell cares
Well I do
Who are you to flatter lies
While bald eagles and buzzards spatter the skies
leave me a message that makes some sense
Not a trap or a fence
Who the hell cares
Well I do
My life is hollow without her
Yours just might be the same
Fly like the eagle
Even when feeble
Who the hell cares
Well I do
String me up on an old oak tree
And I will sing you a song
For her you and me.
poem by John Shea
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