Poetry

Wednesday 20 November 2019

Just a man

The world is black but I am white
The angels sing
But not tonight
Who am I, but what I am
The world is heavy
I'm just a man

In the ashes of my final hour
I see the seeds of hope's bright flower
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But who am I
I'm just a man

In a world that's grey
I am cold
In a world that's worn
I am old
And as I walk round
Disaster's castle
The walls crumble down
Like Saint Stephen's tower
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But who am I
I am just a man

The clock strikes one
I am all alone
The feelings come
But of none I own
In a desert sand
My foot prints clear
Some times I walk
No one is near
Sometimes I struggle
Sometimes I fall
My eyes see double
My ears hear call
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But what am I
I am just a man

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