Poetry

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

when the lights go out

You'll see everything so clear
There'll be nothing to be a fear
When the light goes out

When the light goes out
There'll be nothing to shout
There'll be no wind about
When the light goes out

You may hear that thunder roll
You may fear you'll lose your soul
But don't doubt
He'll be standing on the roof top shoutin'
When the light goes out

Too many men have bought a pen
They write but they're not wrought
They've gone out and sought
What they ought
But they still doubt
When the light goes out

Don't be one of them
The sureness when
You're full
Can be a balm when you're near harm
When the light goes out

So humor me and let me see
You in the dome to come
Where figures in their Roman robes
Will beat upon a drum
And herald in the tribune
With the best of news
Who sees how things stand
In the desert sand
When the lights go out

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